Foogba Songtext
von Fat Nick

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy!

Flexin′ with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (skrr)
We′re runnin' through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits
Oh, he want it, yeah, he want it, oh, he really, really want it
Flexin′ with your bitch, yeah, I know that I′m the shit (skrr)
We're runnin′ through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits
Oh, he want it, yeah, he want it, oh, he really, really want it

Thirty forties poppin′ now, pinch you in your lil' hometown
Can′t pull out, I'm passin' out and wake me up, I′m stuntin′ now (skrr)
Beamer engine burnin' now, swisher blunt some action now
Euro clothes, and I′ma smush and dick 'em down and kick ′em out


Smash, we gon' smash
Burnin′ blunts, we don't smoke glass (nah)
What you want? Smokin' strong
Got your bitch down to her thong
Windows down, choppers up
Greaser boy, you outta luck
We gon′ catch you, light, ignite you
Rat ass bitch gon′ look like Raichu

We don't duck, give no fucks, middle fingers up to cops
Blonde hair, I′m super drunk, hotboxin' armored trucks
What you want? Lookin′ dumb, jugg the trap, we do for fun
Pistols holdin' up your tongue
This dick gon′ get your ho so sprung
Rollin' through this shit, gon' got my bank out counterfeit (skrr)
Got a fifth inside my Swisher, we finessin′ out this shit
Camo′d down, I got my bitch, trappin', rappin′ got me rich
If you with it then I'm with, let′s go do some badass shit

Yes, I'm rich as shit (yeah), my main ho tweakin′ bitch (bitch)
A thirty in the hammer, we gon' get this one all handled
'Bout it, bitch, I said "let′s go," downin′ Bailey's, movin′ slow
Pussy boy, I know you is, I really, really know you is
Never gave no fucks, dropped out ninth grade, and now I'm global
Got a fifth inside my soda, switchin′ lanes, I crash my Rover
And she geekin', yeah she geekin′
Why the fuck my bitch stay geekin'?
I'm the reason, been the reason, yeah, my bitch can′t even see me


Flexin′ with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (skrr)
We′re runnin' through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin′ on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits
Oh, he want it, yeah he want it, oh, he really, really want it
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I′m the shit (skrr)
We're runnin' through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check
Sippin′ on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits
Oh, he want it, yeah, he want it, oh, he really, really want it

My momma said, "stop juggin′," said she really, really worried
Threw herself a couple hundreds, now the shit a different story
Chewin Xans, been the man, fuck a bitch, can't trust no bitch
In my pockets, couple grand, in my Swisher, couples grams (skrr)
Flexin′ on a bitch, don't even let her suck my dick
Bathin′ Ape, it be my sweater, bloody ink on my love letter
If you try me, givin' medals, swear to God I′m goin' mental
Pussy rot, the mouth so gentle
Ryan Reynolds bitch, stay in your kennel

Thumper tucked, I'm in this shit
Breakin′ hearts, some dreamboat shit
Squad out when we stomp your shit
No time for shit, we takin′ shit
Twitter thuggin', what it do?
Just make one call, they out for you
Fifty shells, get stuck like glue
Can no bitch ever make me drool (no)

Goin′ up, no goin' down
I swear to God, we made it now
Trasher tees my Dapper dream
Jesus, Satan, won′t you hang with me?
Wavy pussy, sailor's dream
Gone off lean, I slowly breathe
Model bitch, she fuck with me
I dog ′em raw, fuck STDs