FÛËGØ. - Tobe Nwigwe

Ouu, ha

Yeah

Ouu, ha

Get twisted sundays

Ouu, ha

Ouu, ha

Yeah yeah

Off top (ouu)

Get guap (ouu)

The hood got heavy metal like slipknot

I hustle for the change like a pit stop

I used to wanna grip grain till my wrist locked (ouu)

Now I want a BMW I3

It’s little but it’s on point like Kyrie

My mamma taught me never let a sucker try me

But if he do draw blood like an IV

I’m a lover not a fighter dog

But I done earned more stripes than a tiger claw

Low key Fat can’t fight at all

But she got a CHL if you tryna brawl

All peace, no war

I need bank like a black board

I’m tryna get my mamma out that RAV 4

I just feel like she look better in a black Porsche (skrrt skrrt)

Peel off, I could ride this beat till the wheels off

Head on my pillow only time I feel soft

Prego with the flow spit real sauce

Boy that’s straight out the jar

Ask around my hood they know who we are

If they don’t then they probably a Mark

I might be with Jeff up at Amity park

In the swat or the west

Every bar I spit is for people oppressed

I need every penny won’t settle for less

Trash on the radio really keep me abreast

Of what the current tool for manipulation is in my community

Astronomical coonery

Fancy cars and jewelry don’t influence me

I think every hood need an amnuity

Or at least a solid year of jubilee

That’s why I spit tips like gratuity

In hopes to slow the rates of eulogies

Hell I wish it was two of me

Truthfully every label need some scrutiny

Cause musically they foolishly push bafoonery into the schools and we let em

I tell countless people that I don’t rap for pesos

My partners tell me that I need chips and queso

They see the flow is fuego so alfredo

Is what they think I’m after with the draco

Get it how you live is how the phrase go

I tell them that I move when Yahweh say so

Hopefully they all attain a halo

Jeff is really bout to go to Lagos

I’m tryna get young journ up on the payroll

If I’m Aristotle E is Plato

I do this for the culture like I’m Quavo

Push it push it just like OG Maco

But don’t forget to slow it down and ponder

Why every hood be on divide and conquer

Swear we could all ball, Sinead O' Connor

Shoutout Migos for Bad and Boujee

In 05 I was baggin' groupies

I was so live just a savage student

I had soul ties with the baddest hoochies

Look, please excuse me I get mesmerized

When I think about how far I came

Elohim scooped me I got exorcised

All them demons died now the flow is flames

I’m gone