Foogiano Free Foo Lyrics

Diamond hitting like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather
Broke now i'm doing way better
p*ssy boy I'm doing way better

Diamond hitting like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather
Was broke now i'm doing way better
I see more money than a bank teller
p*ssy nigga check the records
50-0 like Mayweather
Wanna lose lemme check my schedule
But I ain't dealing with him if he a broke nigga hating without a bezel
Yeah bitch we the clan
We'll spin a nigga like a fan
I ain't need a helping hand got it out the mud I ain't play with sand
They call me the man, And i'm dirty like that nigga Dan
They tryna put me in the can, I guess i'm on the run again

Well, I guess i'm on the run again
I ain't wanna do it but I told them crackers gotta catch me if you can
I just gave em 50 thousand cash now they tryna take me again
Well I ain't going to the pin, Bitch i'm going for the win
And i'm on the run, Bitch i'm Usain Bolt
Used to do this for fun, Can teach a p*ssy boy the road
Yeah, Can I just have my son, They tried to make me miss his birth
And i'm on the run, But I was in there chilling with the nurse
And don't be a fool
They call me Foo I ain't no fool
And they tryna get me
They put me all up on the news, Why
Just for a pistol, Please don't get this shit confused
And that bed had lice, What the f*ck i'm supposed to do Diamond hitting like Mayweather
Big bank like Mayweather
Was broke now i'm doing way better
I see more money than a bank teller
p*ssy nigga check the records
50-0 like Mayweather
Wanna lose lemme check my schedule
But I ain't dealing with him if he a broke nigga hating without a bezel
Yeah bitch we the clan
We'll spin a nigga like a fan
I ain't need a helping hand got it out the mud I ain't play with sand
They call me the man, And i'm dirty like that nigga Dan
They tryna put me in the can, I guess i'm on the run again

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 tryna treat me like a punk
And i'm on the run, But I keep good smoke
Za in my lung, And it walk down my throat
And i'm on the run, But I still make that dough
Crackers thought they was smart, Yeah they tried to f*ck up my dough
My bitch she the baddest, The biggest and we drive the fastest
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 carrots
50 thousand dollar ??? , That shit there ain't do no damage

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