Free Foo

Intro Diamonds hitting like Mayweather Big bank like Mayweather Ice Broke, now I'm doing way better Authentic or nothing Pussy boy, I'm doing way better Spiffo made it, bitch Chorus Diamonds hitting like Mayweather Ice Big bank like Mayweather Was broke, now I'm doing way better Foo I see more money than a bank teller Huh Pussy nigga, check the record Check the record 50-0 like Mayweather Wanna lose Let me check my schedule Huh But I ain't dealing with him if he a broke nigga hating without a bezel You're broke Yeah, bitch, we the clan Clan We'll spin a nigga like a fan Spin I ain't need a helping hand Got it out the mud, I ain't play with sand I ain't play with sand They call me the man Man And I'm dirty like that nigga Dan Huh They tryna put me in the can Ho I guess I'm on the run again Verse 1 Huh What, well Huh, I guess I'm on the run again Again I ain't wanna do it, but I told them crackers gotta catch me if you can If you can I just gave 'em fifty thousand cash, now they tryna take me again Again Well, I ain't going to the pen' Hell nah Bitch, I'm going for the win Unh Uh, and I'm on the run The run Bitch, I'm Usain Bolt, uh Usain Used to do this for fun For fun Can teach a pussy boy the ropes, yeah Kayla just had my son Junior They tried to make me miss his birth, uh What And I'm on the run Huh But I was in there chilling with the nurse Damn, damn And don't be a fool Fool They call me Foo, I ain't no fool Nope, never Yeah, they tryna get me Why They put me all up on the news, why Lame Just for a pistol What Please don't get this shit confused Huh And the bitch had a license Yup Chorus Diamonds hitting like Mayweather What the fuck I'm supposed to do Ice Big bank like Mayweather Was broke, now I'm doing way better Foo I see more money than a bank teller Huh Pussy nigga, check the record Check the record 50-0 like Mayweather Wanna lose Let me check my schedule Huh But I ain't dealing with him if he a broke nigga hating without a bezel You're broke Yeah, bitch, we the clan Clan We'll spin a nigga like a fan Spin I ain't need a helping hand Got it out the mud, I ain't play with sand I ain't play with sand They call me the man Man And I'm dirty like that nigga Dan Huh They tryna put me in the can Ho I guess I'm on the run again Verse 2 Damn Should I go or should I run I just wanna see my son Crackers call my phone, tell me that I'm done I ain't did shit to nobody, all this bullshit for a gun And I'm the king on these boys These crackers out here tryna treat me like a pawn Uh, and I'm on the run, but I keep good smoke, yeah 'Za in my lung, and that Wock' down my throat, yeah And I'm on the run, but I still make that dough Ah Crackers thought they was smart Yeah, they tried to fuck up my dough Ah My bitch, she the baddest The biggest and we drive the fastest Yeah They thought that they had me But I'm swifter, nigga, than a rabbit And I got the cabbage You don't believe a nigga Check my carats Fifty thousand dollar cash bond, that shit there ain't do no damage Outro This is Authentic