Fox Boyz

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Bust his right, bust his left
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Knock one off, shouldn't have got caught slippin'
We just bought more chops and a few new
Glocks tryna put new Bs on them bitches
Must ain't heard about the last nigga that we caught
Conduct them switches
I go to jail then I'm makin' my bail
Tell bae hit the stash and come and get me
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Bomb money good I ain't doin' no sittin'
First nigga caught when I spin that block
I'ma drop my mask and bail out blickin'
Runnin' from who?
Man, these niggas be trippin'
Fell on his face when the Drake had tripped him
What happened?
Shh
Caught his ass and blitzed him
Try clappin' his mans when I spinned but missed him
We shot some niggas we ain't even know but we ain't
Even care 'cause they shouldn't have been with him
I get the call that my dog in a cell and he
Can't make his bail, then I'm comin' to get him
If you ain't get shot then you ain't get caught
We put ops in the grave and some in the hospital
I swear I was totin' on shit way bigger
Than me, want Bs ever since I was little
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Nigga, fuck rap
Still spinnin' and drillin'
Sign me a deal, but I'm still in the field
Can't leave just yet 'cause the smoke ain't finished
Bibby and Dank keep callin' my phone, they
Mad as hell I won't leave the trenches
I'm a known face tryna catch me a face
If the car ain't tinted I can't get in it
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Bang them Ts, double T with a A
What the fuck is that, nigga?
TTA
Even though I got papes and they come through with Drake
We shoot to kill, nigga, STK
See an Op while we ride, still stomp on the brakes
Catch an op tryna hustle, he died with his plate
Dumb ass tried to touch me, he got shot in his face
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SRT hit ground, hit the gas, make it shake
Put a B on the Glock then we throw it in the lake
Send me a drop and I slid
I ain't wait
Caught him outside, must have thought it was safe
Shot at the crowd tryna work on my aim
They told him to get up
He yellin' he can't
Slid over his ass and I told him he ain't
Run with the reaper
No, I ain't a saint
Catch a B in a G then I fly to LA
Probably move out the hood, get a spot in the A
Murder the ops, bury more than eight
Bulletproof truck, bitch built like a tank
Roll up the ops so we pour 'em in drank
Call me a, uh, in the streets, got rank
Little bro on the head, I can tell by his face
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Bail out drenched
He run, we chase
Brrr, bah, switches
Drake niggas duckin' and runnin' all over the place
Dead ass ops, ain't shit they can say
Had to switch up my spot, heard they know where I lay
'Posed to be in the hills but the hood where I stay
Body for body, we want more brains
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Blew up a rap, must have thought I was finished
Flew to LA with Bibby and Dank
Came back to the hood and I kept on spinnin'
Ops keep changin' they blocks and duckin'
They tops but we just gonna keep on binnin'
Niggas be gangsta online and lyin' on crimes
We the ones who causin' the killings
I ain't been takin their rap serious
Enough 'cause I got a habit of drillin'
Still been patchin' the ops and spinnin' they
Blocks like I ain't finna be worth millions
Neighborhood hero, I'm savin' the day but
You know I still get love from the villains
Still want op niggas dead
Can't do it myself, I pay for the head, start spinnin'
All my niggas demons
We leave shit bleedin'
My mama say I need Jesus
Op nigga died and they bitch ass cried
Nigga that's what he get
Ha ha, we teasin'
Leave shit dead and the reason they grievin'
Knew he was dead 'fore they did 'cause I seen it
Love me in Saks and they love me in Neimans
Scared, go to church
Better go see a deacon
My brother, nigga
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
TTSTK, nigga
You know
Fuck the ops crazy, nigga
You know that
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