Lil Keed, Gunna – Fox 5 (feat. Gunna)

Lil Keed, Gunna – Fox 5 (feat. Gunna) Lyrics

Artist: Lil Keed, Gunna
Song: Fox 5 (feat. Gunna)

Man, all the hoes in the ****in’ background, y’all shut the **** up
**** you talkin’, man, R5 in the ****in’ building
Show some respect
Kick them folks out the spot, slime

She still talkin’? (No)
Oh, okay
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a b#tch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him,

Thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a b#tch #ss n#gg#,
And I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business,

’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my b#tch, she ****in’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5

Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these n#gg#s tap out
Rich n#gg#, I don’t eat Popeyes

Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you n#gg#s tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5

Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, we ain’t goin’ on FOX 5 (FOX 5)
Don’t make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty lil’ vibe, skeetin’ in her eye

Nickname jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
Feel like I glide, I been gettin’ high
n#gg#, I’m a pill popper (n#gg#, I’m a pill popper)
We got ten hundred-round choppers (Nah)

Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (Nah)
Pull up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
Uh, beatin’ through your bae, stalkers,

I know every day robbers, gotta keep a door stopper
(Gotta keep a door stopper)
Yeah, I be gettin’ more llama, Gunna, he a role model,
And his b#tch a headhunter (And his b#tch a headhunter)

Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner,
Never been a store runner (Never been a store runner)
These b#tches yell, “Go, Gunna” (Go, Gunna)
You gotta be your own boss, uh (Own boss)

Dressed like a showoff, go and get it,
Don’t talk, let the money rub off (Let the money rub off)
Nah, these n#gg#s gettin’ cut off,
This is not a love lost,

We’ll never do soft (We’ll never do soft)
You p#ss# n#gg#s too soft (n#gg#s too soft)
Free all my n#gg#s, gotta prison walk (Free the gang)
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime

Yeah, seen a b#tch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him,
Thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a b#tch #ss n#gg#,
And I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan

Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business,
’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my b#tch, she ****in’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce

I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these n#gg#s tap out

Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a Royce
We pullin’ up with a silencer, no, they ain’t makin’ noise
Pink shirt, man, I had to peppermint it
Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it

Go and drop the ****in’ pin, we’ll pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me ’cause a n#gg# sinnin’
I ain’t talkin’ mother****in’ testin’ Ray J, man,
I come out that Wraith just with mother****in’ bangers

I let that cutter hit every angle,
I come out that back, whips like I’m Django
What the **** a p#ss# boy had said?
I don’t know if he ain’t speakin’ sign language

And I just left town with ten, pockets on top,
n#gg#, no time to count us (Say what?)
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide,
Yeah, in the daytime

Yeah, seen a b#tch rob ’em,
Know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a b#tch #ss n#gg#,
And I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan

Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business,
’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my b#tch, she ****in’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce

I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these n#gg#s tap out

Rich n#gg#, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you n#gg#s tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5

Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
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Lil Keed, Gunna Lyrics – Fox 5 (feat. Gunna)

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From the album:
Fox 5 (feat. Gunna) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020