Foreala Chetta

[Intro]
Lately, I don't really give a fuck about that dumb shit
Fuck that dumb shit mane, fuck that other shit man
Hey, yeah

[Verse 1]
Fuck feelings, I don’t got those
I be curving like Cut Throat
I be swerving them potholes
Probably taking all your hoes
We don't fuck with no 5-0
I put packs in the bandos
I count racks on the low-low
Ima have to hit and go-go
I'ma have to hit it woah-woah
I’ma have to hit it slo-mo
Turn a bad hoe to no more
Whole bow just to smoke-smoke
And my choppa just a throwaway
Don't give a fuck what nobody say
I'm eating off every single plate
Tell 'em fill me up, I want every scrape
Yeah yeah, bitch I'm rolling like a eighteen wheelеr
Smoking dope and I hang with them killers
I dip molly, I еat acid on the real, on the reala
Oh, foreala?
Oh, for real?