Free Foo

Diamond hitting like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather
Broke now i’m doing way better
Pussy boy I’m doing way better
Diamond hitting like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather
Was broke now i’m doing way better
I see more money than a bank teller
Pussy nigga check the records
50−0 like Mayweather
Wanna lose lemme check my schedule
But I ain’t dealing with him if he a broke nigga hating without a bezel
Yeah bitch we the clan
We’ll spin a nigga like a fan
I ain’t need a helping hand got it out the mud I ain’t play with sand
They call me the man, And i’m dirty like that nigga Dan
They tryna put me in the can, I guess i’m on the run again
Well, I guess i’m on the run again
I ain’t wanna do it but I told them crackers gotta catch me if you can
I just gave em 50 thousand cash now they tryna take me again
Well I ain’t going to the pin, Bitch i’m going for the win
And i’m on the run, Bitch i’m Usain Bolt
Used to do this for fun, Can teach a pussy boy the road
Yeah, Can I just have my son, They tried to make me miss his birth
And i’m on the run, But I was in there chilling with the nurse
And don’t be a fool
They call me Foo I ain’t no fool
And they tryna get me
They put me all up on the news, Why
Just for a pistol, Please don’t get this shit confused
And that bed had lice, What the fuck i’m supposed to do
Diamond hitting like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather
Was broke now i’m doing way better
I see more money than a bank teller
Pussy nigga check the records
50−0 like Mayweather
Wanna lose lemme check my schedule
But I ain’t dealing with him if he a broke nigga hating without a bezel
Yeah bitch we the clan
We’ll spin a nigga like a fan
I ain’t need a helping hand got it out the mud I ain’t play with sand
They call me the man, And i’m dirty like that nigga Dan
They tryna put me in the can, I guess i’m on the run again
Damn, Should I go or should I run
I just wanna see my son
Crackers call my phone tell me that i’m done
I ain’t did shit to nobody all this bullshit for a gun
And i’m the king on these boys these crackers tryna treat me like a punk
And i’m on the run, But I keep good smoke
Za in my lung, And it walk down my throat
And i’m on the run, But I still make that dough
Crackers thought they was smart, Yeah they tried to fuck up my dough
My bitch she the baddest, The biggest and we drive the fastest
They thought that they had me, But i’m swifter nigga than a rabbit
And I got the cabbage, You don’t believe a nigga check my carrots
50 thousand dollar ???, That shit there ain’t do no damage