[Hook: Left Brain] FIFAFOFUM! Nigga I ain't playing with ya! (x8)
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Nigga I ain't playin with ya, FIFAFOFUM No I ain't no law giving, police ain't no fun I give it right back to you when it's fleece I lease and Hogan Cause this world crazy, in this crazy world I bang a piece like drum I bang the East, West, Midwest, South and North bitch I'm worldwide Hit it with a new wave, it's the new school, new day paying terse tides Getting krit like Rulay, hooray, throwing money today, never knowing when I'm gonna die Fuck, I buy my Kool-aid, two shade, you'd hate, where's my car? Cause I'm all about my fucking drive A little nigga in the back, bobbing his head, telling me to drive fast I look back and see the kid playing with his die cast We going to the store to get a plane with your fly ass Then the Philippines so we can go and see the Triads I really live the dream, you're getting gastric bypass My niggas on the scene, pulling bitches by the eyelash And they got a lot of questions, but why ask? I do it better three times, you niggas tra-ash
[Hook: Left Brain]
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] The only reason I'm here is to speak with my voice All these freakaleaks and cheateries want a say but have no choice So I choose which lane to speed, double-auto means Rolls Royce A nigga rough riding, your bluff is dying I'm up so much nigga fuck a horizon Moon's in the skies meet the mountains and the lions I'm the beast in the woods, you're chasing him down to find him Can't find him? Little nigga he coming up right behind you I'm a Suwoop diamond, one in a million, I'm shining Call me your highness, throw flows like a 'holic My fingers all down my throat and let you fucks face vomit And since you niggas garbage, I'm taxing so pay homage And if you niggas don't then my action is way Bronson Either we beat them up or we A-Town stomp them "Look nigga, don't heat them up!" "Ain't no other fucking option." "These niggas'll sweeten up!" "Icing on Cinnabon boxes." "Now they want to treat me up!" "No problem nigga we Marshals." I got this: all you niggas bitches and you're topless I drink Scottish whiskey with a bitch until it's awkward You ain't got to say you hear me, I know it because you jock it For the money in my wallet, my niggas spit it hot pockets