Foot On They Neck (feat. Hunxho)
DeeKay Rich
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Can't do the fist buzz even strikers get 10 inch I miss him, blow him on rock, I'm almost for a minute Woof a lot, I sketch a car, I ain't headlin Sure that they cussin', rhymes and I'm killin Givin' free shots like a friendly bartender Shots on the ride, we ain't passin' out liquor Quit in the streets, you get dizzy, keep spinnin I call the bushy when girls at me fannin I'm green, I'm showin' like dinner The roof of the fan, I'm Glock with a stench It click to the side of the remote I call the home flicker through channels I get you lit like the candle One of them smoke like a chimney Slide on your shit, think it's Santa Get in the crib on my green shit Stay all like, bitch, we not thinkin' bout presents Hollas come meet you, lil' flagship cannibalism Ninnin' the blick, had them legs Talkin' in code while I'm blowin See that I'm stoned and I kinda feel like Rosetta Now, now the realest bitch I can respect You know I ride, I'm tryna start a Swear I won't chase it, don't need to chase liquor Runnin' for love and I'm all outta cash You blowin' on flames, shoot for me Or what did I op and I faced it Mr. Crab money, you watchin' like Plan B Pop a do magic, I feel like Christina It's not a right bunny, it's on a Drago Call me, you a demon, get sent to the angel Claw that you chasin', I make you famous Knife in the face, you watchin' the shade Ball like Kurt Angle, foot in they neck All they saw was my ankle Brace all the crib, one by one like a Jenga Quad drop a four in the field, my nigga Feelin' like Birdie, I see that they blissin Don't call the holler, but bullets won't miss him I see the snake tryna slid The Glock with the sunset, soon like a hissin Drum on the rock, but we not goin' fish Shit feel like Port Zingas, bitch, I'm Chris Thappen Shoot like the Mavericks, but not from Dallas Slippin' on pallets, cussin' their grandma Sexin' their crib, where first gave a shell Then my brother keep it, my mama pretend He gotta be gang, you knew he can't help it Me do a slam, I shoot for my family Someone pick his hand up, gon' clean that mess up Can't do the fist, buzz if your strikers get ten Then straight f*ck the law, free my dogs, yeah, I miss I'm blowin' more rock, I'm on my four minute Wolf all up, I sketch a car, I ain't headless Shoot at the cops with the rounds and I'm killin Givin' free shots like a friendly bartender Shots on the rhyme, we ain't passin' out liquor Quit in the streets, you get dizzy, keep spinnin Can't let her play me, can't let her slide me Don't think you my hero, so I can't let you save me Head up to a screen, this y'all a big road What I'm takin' since niggas ain't takin' that A Know I ain't hatin', we get that poppin' like back I got connections, who know where you dangled Bitch, I don't rap, so my name don't count angles Bitch don't like Sniggy, her real name is Ainsley Fucked on that bitch, then she feel where I came from Came in with nothing, I'm leavin' with somethin I won't give you nothin' cause that's what I came from Ain't no discussion, we catchin' with Pelican bullets Then rocked in Miami for a game I rep the game, free all my niggas in chains Still with this shit, it ain't changed Niggas be lame, how they speak down on my name When I'm money, not the same I rep the game, rip to my niggas in graves Still with this shit, it ain't changed Nigga, you lame, how you speak down on my name When I'm money, not the same I can't complain, they ain't come up with me Now they gotta figure out how I came up with it First I dined in, then came up with it Got these niggas mad cause I really don't f*ck with them Since I'm with the Gats, I still dreamin' on a hundred Call new hunnids, do what these niggas wantin Now I smoke weed, drink lean when I want it When a bitch ever down for the team I don't wanna run off for the second I'm bringin' it back Give me a L, you gon' take that shit back Off of a I, rock me, I'll rock me You back, let the drum go, I rather tag tag Bitch, I'm in through it, 357 I blew it, the feds lookin' to it, I'm movin 187, no end, snippin' on homies Pickin' up shit, drop bodies Came through the fist, buzz even, strikers get ten Scrape for the law, free my dogs, yeah, I miss him Blow him on rock, I'm on Mars for a minute Woof a lot, I sketch a cot, I inhale it Sure that they coppin' rhymes and I'm killin Givin' free shots like a friendly bartender Shots on the road, we ain't passin' out liquor Quit in the streets, you get dizzy, keep spinnin
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Written by: DeeKay Rich, Dakel Dozier, Jalon Barns
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