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letra de foxes & boppas - ytb fatt

[intro: ytb fatt]
yeah, (phew, phew, tss)
yeah, (phew, phew)
(phew, phew)
them foxes out at 11:00, finna get two at night
n-gga, (phew, phew)
(phew, phew)
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh

[verse: ytb fatt]
we mean business n-gga
ain’t finna play with these n-ggas
i’m in south vegas when i’m in the city
me and some foxes on tape with them k!llers
scatpack the charger when i’m in the city
take the tags off and fill it with k!llers
p-ssy ass n-gga just rappin’ inside them songs, won’t even slide for his sister
my young n-gga say he’ll get the job done, (yeah), take a picture with the breadgang people
gotta be cool rappin’ ’bout these switches, (hrr), make sure the feds ain’t listenin’
they be like, “where the f-ck this young n-gga from?”, i’m from the west of memphis
stop’ through the city, i don’t even check on my family, n-gga, first stop is the kitchen
i’m with some foxes, boppers, k!llers, 3-0-4’s, and some people
all this smoke be comin’ out the blue, fn-p90, sound like an engine
bows, choppers, and switches, n-gga you can ask shawty ’bout when i brought ’em to the trenches
i ain’t like when that b-tton had melted, told lil’ bro “take that sh-t off that glizzy”
(phew, phew), i’m with some foxes and k!llers
(phew, phew), i’m with some foxes and k!llers
(n-gga), i’m with some foxes and k!llers
(phew), i’m with some foxes and k!llers—
[verse: sett]
and some boppers
me and [?] was slidin’ through, you know that we known for hittin’ them choppers
he bustin’ corners but we still had caught ’em
6.4 [?] truck hawked ’em
i’ll go snake for that skrilla
talkin’ ’bout foxes and switches
b-tch go (hrr) when you hit ’em (hey, hey, hey, hey)
i’m talkin’ ’bout boppin’ and chillin’
backdoor sh-t, n-gga, fatt, is you with me?
i’m sett, is you with it, jump behind the business
[?] ammo, we done with them n-ggas (murder and love)
i’m talkin’ ’bout ridin’ with fifties
cee ridin’ with cinco with automatic semis
check the news in west memphis
cut that sh-t, highspeed the mission
i’m slimelife to my n-ggas, they watchin, they know that the feds be listenin’
man, walk and talk for the trenches, k!ll all the opps, they hidin’, they missin’
they dyin’ for @’ing and mentions
i see like the reaper, got devil’s attention
send five to his city, dumbass n-gga tryna pop it, gon’ die for an image
stuck gold for the bows
we puttin’ sh-t up, they already know
we uppin’ that sco’
shoot up-top, h-ll naw, we ain’t shootin’ below
two .30’s, scots to his top blow
all you see is that fye jumpin’ out this pole
ask g about my artillery
you know that i’m fully every time that i blow
[outro]
yeah, um, foxes and switches
hoe, i’m boppin’ and k!lling
huh, murder and love
my sh-t 6.4, ain’t ridin’ no hemi (ain’t ridin’ no hemi)
6.4, ain’t ridin’ that sh-t n-gga

- ytb fatt

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