Foolio Bibby Flow lyrics
Bibby Flow
Foolio
GENRE
[Chorus]
I do too much talking that’s what got your homie wack
I don’t diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
Made a movie with a groupie bend her over break her back
When i fuck i pull her tracks
Boy you not a threat
I swear to god just relax
When we catch yo ass in public
Gotta stand on what you rap
Make the police do they job
They can’t catch me in the scat
In the Sca- Sca- Sca-
They can’t catch me in the scat
[Verse 1]
Crackers tried to roll
Tyree Hill we had to shake some
Treat em like a phone
Front camera imma face one
Free JB out the county
In there pipin’ off that M1
VVS’s on my teeth
So it cost if i say sum
Amiri on my jeans
I got Vlone on my shirt
Baguettes on my ring
Poppin’ opps like they percs
My lil bro just caught a Hat
Man he known for puttin’ work
Swear the way they did lil *shh*
Boy that boy got it worse
Catch him where he bangin’
Imma leave him where he gangin’
ESPN 6 KTA that’s what i’m claiming’
Momma told me, “Son be safe”
I said, “Ma yo son dangerous”
Nigga reaper in my diamond on my body gon’ make em famous
He dissin on them songs
Imma be the one that gon’ get him wack
Breaking news, say cheese
Put his ass on the news for jacks
The way we turnt thing
We cheatin’
We some glitches
We some some hats
Stolo slidin’ on the opps
Tryna score and catch a hat
Fuck a groupie it’s a movie
Had to beat her from the back
Had to beat her from the back
Bend the lil hoe over
Break her spine and pull her tracks
Ain’t tryna’ tweet, When it’s beef
I get that back, i drop them racks
Lil bro just caught him one
And he got the job done
Sleepin’ in his bushes
Gettin’ turnt up like the sun
Brand new stolen choppa
Got a brand new stolen gun
We them jits that gettin lit
And we shootin shit for fun
Paralyzed the other brother
He can’t walk he can’t run
Shot him in his face
He can’t smile he can’t grunt
Try to rob me me
Boy that shit a junkie stunt
If you reachin’ for my rolex
Imma turn you to some runts
Blackwood in the blunt
ZaZa in my lungs
Boy watch what you say
Cause we’ll come and cut yo tongue
Choppa got a drum
These percs got me numb
What’s his name, was dissin Bibby
He got killed by the sun
Shootin’ out the coupe
Hanging out the roof
If i send my soldiers
They get busy like some troops
They need to free the Crew
And let the gang loose
We in cali turnt like 2Pac, i got the juice
[Chorus]
I do too much talking that’s what got your homie wack
I don’t diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
Made a movie with a groupie bend her over break her back
When i fuck i pull her tracks
Boy you not a threat
I swear to god just relax
When we catch yo ass in public
Gotta stand or what you rap
Make the police do they job
They can’t catch me in the scat
In the Sca- Sca- Sca-
They can’t catch me in the scat
I do too much talking that’s what got your homie wack
I don’t diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
Made a movie with a groupie bend her over break her back
When i fuck i pull her tracks
Boy you not a threat
I swear to god just relax
When we catch yo ass in public
Gotta stand on what you rap
Make the police do they job
They can’t catch me in the scat
In the Sca- Sca- Sca-
They can’t catch me in the scat
[Verse 1]
Crackers tried to roll
Tyree Hill we had to shake some
Treat em like a phone
Front camera imma face one
Free JB out the county
In there pipin’ off that M1
VVS’s on my teeth
So it cost if i say sum
Amiri on my jeans
I got Vlone on my shirt
Baguettes on my ring
Poppin’ opps like they percs
My lil bro just caught a Hat
Man he known for puttin’ work
Swear the way they did lil *shh*
Boy that boy got it worse
Catch him where he bangin’
Imma leave him where he gangin’
ESPN 6 KTA that’s what i’m claiming’
Momma told me, “Son be safe”
I said, “Ma yo son dangerous”
Nigga reaper in my diamond on my body gon’ make em famous
He dissin on them songs
Imma be the one that gon’ get him wack
Breaking news, say cheese
Put his ass on the news for jacks
The way we turnt thing
We cheatin’
We some glitches
We some some hats
Stolo slidin’ on the opps
Tryna score and catch a hat
Fuck a groupie it’s a movie
Had to beat her from the back
Had to beat her from the back
Bend the lil hoe over
Break her spine and pull her tracks
Ain’t tryna’ tweet, When it’s beef
I get that back, i drop them racks
Lil bro just caught him one
And he got the job done
Sleepin’ in his bushes
Gettin’ turnt up like the sun
Brand new stolen choppa
Got a brand new stolen gun
We them jits that gettin lit
And we shootin shit for fun
Paralyzed the other brother
He can’t walk he can’t run
Shot him in his face
He can’t smile he can’t grunt
Try to rob me me
Boy that shit a junkie stunt
If you reachin’ for my rolex
Imma turn you to some runts
Blackwood in the blunt
ZaZa in my lungs
Boy watch what you say
Cause we’ll come and cut yo tongue
Choppa got a drum
These percs got me numb
What’s his name, was dissin Bibby
He got killed by the sun
Shootin’ out the coupe
Hanging out the roof
If i send my soldiers
They get busy like some troops
They need to free the Crew
And let the gang loose
We in cali turnt like 2Pac, i got the juice
[Chorus]
I do too much talking that’s what got your homie wack
I don’t diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
Made a movie with a groupie bend her over break her back
When i fuck i pull her tracks
Boy you not a threat
I swear to god just relax
When we catch yo ass in public
Gotta stand or what you rap
Make the police do they job
They can’t catch me in the scat
In the Sca- Sca- Sca-
They can’t catch me in the scat
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