"FOOT ON NECK" lyrics
Oh, really?
Size 42 Bottega right on your neck, nigga, stop playin' with me, haha
Doe Beezy, let's go (Uh)
Ain't no pressure I can't take 'cause I'm a gangster (Gangster)
Nigga, why you fakin'? Won't admit it, I'm who made you (Gangster)
I'm the one that turnt you to a demon, I'm who raised you (Gangster)
You ain't have no hope, stuck in them trenches, I'm who saved you (Fool)
Seen some niggas switch that I thought'd never change up (Fools)
It was all good 'til I signed to a major (Progressed)
Loved me at the bottom, now they hate I'm on the way up (That's crazy)
Now it's up, up, way up, ballin', lay-up
Niggas fake as fuck, I don't kick it, rather lay up
With the baddest bitch, big dog, got my weight up
Hard on a bitch since I got my heart broke by— (Let's go)
Passed it up with molly, went way harder, got my cake up (Come here, baby)
But it's all love, hit the club, pourin' eights up
Dare a pussy nigga play with us, we shootin' waist up
I'ma get my lick back, that's for every nigga that played with us (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Pistol like a pencil and the switchy the eraser (Think I'm playin'?)
Pull the chalk out, nigga, we erase the fakers (We erase the fakers)
She can't leave me 'lone 'cause she love the way I ate her (Mwah, come here, baby)
Beat that shit up, feel you cummin', pick the pace up
This dick fire as fuck, made her go and tat her face up (Oh, really? Hah)
D-O-E, I be killin' shit, DOA (Doe Beezy)
I'm a big ol' G, you can ask the streets, we don't play
Niggas askin' us what type of time we on, bitch, we on gang, yeah (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Time we on, bitch, we on gang, gang (Let's go)
Thirty-five racks on the Rolex (Rollie)
Type of shit you niggas brag 'bout shit I don't flex
All he do is yappin' out the mouth, boy ain't no threat (Pussy)
Still rep the old set, tell a bitch I'm Knowles to death (Knowles Ave)
Nigga try the gang, we crash out, cause a whole wreck (Skrrt)
Nigga try the bird, up this Desert Eagle, bitch, you gon' get pecked (Boom-boom-boom)
Fuck around, come sip this purp', lick that bitch right off her breast
I'm too focused doin' me, no, I do not shit on my ex
Nan' one was on my mind when I was buyin' them baguettes
Them Bottegas how I step, you know what season, foot on neck (Steppin', you think I'm playin'?)
Pluto always got my respect, he put my killers on his jet (Freeband Gang)
Bitch, my savages, my savages, been told you I was next, nigga (Oh, really?)
Doe Beezy
You know, I'm just vibin', man, I'm just coolin', man, you know
Got some real shit on my mind, you know, hah
You dig?
Rubberband Money Gang, nigga
Rubberband everything, man, it's all I know (Yeah, brr)
Size 42 Bottega right on your neck, nigga, stop playin' with me, haha
Doe Beezy, let's go (Uh)
Ain't no pressure I can't take 'cause I'm a gangster (Gangster)
Nigga, why you fakin'? Won't admit it, I'm who made you (Gangster)
I'm the one that turnt you to a demon, I'm who raised you (Gangster)
You ain't have no hope, stuck in them trenches, I'm who saved you (Fool)
Seen some niggas switch that I thought'd never change up (Fools)
It was all good 'til I signed to a major (Progressed)
Loved me at the bottom, now they hate I'm on the way up (That's crazy)
Now it's up, up, way up, ballin', lay-up
Niggas fake as fuck, I don't kick it, rather lay up
With the baddest bitch, big dog, got my weight up
Hard on a bitch since I got my heart broke by— (Let's go)
Passed it up with molly, went way harder, got my cake up (Come here, baby)
But it's all love, hit the club, pourin' eights up
Dare a pussy nigga play with us, we shootin' waist up
I'ma get my lick back, that's for every nigga that played with us (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Pistol like a pencil and the switchy the eraser (Think I'm playin'?)
Pull the chalk out, nigga, we erase the fakers (We erase the fakers)
She can't leave me 'lone 'cause she love the way I ate her (Mwah, come here, baby)
Beat that shit up, feel you cummin', pick the pace up
This dick fire as fuck, made her go and tat her face up (Oh, really? Hah)
D-O-E, I be killin' shit, DOA (Doe Beezy)
I'm a big ol' G, you can ask the streets, we don't play
Niggas askin' us what type of time we on, bitch, we on gang, yeah (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Time we on, bitch, we on gang, gang (Let's go)
Thirty-five racks on the Rolex (Rollie)
Type of shit you niggas brag 'bout shit I don't flex
All he do is yappin' out the mouth, boy ain't no threat (Pussy)
Still rep the old set, tell a bitch I'm Knowles to death (Knowles Ave)
Nigga try the gang, we crash out, cause a whole wreck (Skrrt)
Nigga try the bird, up this Desert Eagle, bitch, you gon' get pecked (Boom-boom-boom)
Fuck around, come sip this purp', lick that bitch right off her breast
I'm too focused doin' me, no, I do not shit on my ex
Nan' one was on my mind when I was buyin' them baguettes
Them Bottegas how I step, you know what season, foot on neck (Steppin', you think I'm playin'?)
Pluto always got my respect, he put my killers on his jet (Freeband Gang)
Bitch, my savages, my savages, been told you I was next, nigga (Oh, really?)
Doe Beezy
You know, I'm just vibin', man, I'm just coolin', man, you know
Got some real shit on my mind, you know, hah
You dig?
Rubberband Money Gang, nigga
Rubberband everything, man, it's all I know (Yeah, brr)
