Fosters Slump6s
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[Chorus]
Ten bands up on the table, mmh
I tell them, "What is your offer?"
He don't want smoke with these fosters
He stay with a K, he stay with a lobster
These nigga fake, nigga, imposter, huh
I'm eating steak with the lobster
That nigga hang with the opps
You touchin' my chain it's finna cost ya'
You ain't the same, I think I lost ya'
Puttin' in pain, came from the bottom
This hoe insane, you all on my body
You was too geeked up off of Molly
[Verse 1]
Fly to New York, and I link up with gang
I'm callin' up 1500
Talkin' on me, boy, you should be ashamed
They said I would be nothin'
Bitch, look at me now
I told her, "Don't look at my phone"
And girl, you will not see nothin'
Issey Miyake the jeans, I'm rockin' Supreme
I feel like the man now
These niggas lookin' for handouts
I'm not finna give it to them, mmh, mmh
I just be thinkin' outside of the box, and puttin' the ceiling through it (Ok)
These niggas said to do exquisite shit
Well nigga, I really do it
That nigga got a Glock with no heart
Bitch, I'm finna really shoot it
Ten bands up on the table, mmh
I tell them, "What is your offer?"
He don't want smoke with these fosters
He stay with a K, he stay with a lobster
These nigga fake, nigga, imposter, huh
I'm eating steak with the lobster
That nigga hang with the opps
You touchin' my chain it's finna cost ya'
You ain't the same, I think I lost ya'
Puttin' in pain, came from the bottom
This hoe insane, you all on my body
You was too geeked up off of Molly
[Verse 1]
Fly to New York, and I link up with gang
I'm callin' up 1500
Talkin' on me, boy, you should be ashamed
They said I would be nothin'
Bitch, look at me now
I told her, "Don't look at my phone"
And girl, you will not see nothin'
Issey Miyake the jeans, I'm rockin' Supreme
I feel like the man now
These niggas lookin' for handouts
I'm not finna give it to them, mmh, mmh
I just be thinkin' outside of the box, and puttin' the ceiling through it (Ok)
These niggas said to do exquisite shit
Well nigga, I really do it
That nigga got a Glock with no heart
Bitch, I'm finna really shoot it
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