Lil Keed feat. Gunna – Fox 5 Lyrics | Audio

Lil Keed feat. Gunna – Fox 5 Lyrics

Free homicide, it was just a homicide
Yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a b**ch rob ’em
Know we’ll kill him
Thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a b**ch ass n**ga
And I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business
‘Cause I’ma mind mine

I grab a carbine, lil’ boy
My b**ch, she f**kin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch
Smokin’ opp pack in the Royce

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I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these n**gas tap out
Rich n**ga, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you n**gas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to Fox 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to Fox 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to Fox 5

Yeah, we ain’t goin’ on Fox 5
Don’t make me call the maybe call the clock stopper
Ah, pretty lil’ vibe, skeetin’ in her eye
Nickname jaw locker
Feel like I glide, I been gettin’ high

N**ga, I’m a pill popper
We got ten hundred-round choppers
Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper
Pull up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker
Uh, beatin’ through your bae, stalkers
I know every day robbers
Gotta keep a door stopper

Yeah, I be gettin’ more llama
Gunna, he a role model
And his b**ch a headhunter
Billions just like Ted Turner
Gotta keep a real burner
Never been a store runner

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These b**ches yell, go Gunna
You gotta be your own boss, uh
Dressed like a showoff
Go and get it, don’t talk
Let the money rub off
Nah, these n**gas gettin’ cut off
This is not a love lost
We’ll never do soft
You p**sy n**gas too soft
Free all my n**gas, gotta prison walk

Free homicide, it was just a homicide
Yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a b**ch rob ’em
Know we’ll kill him
Thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a b**ch ass n**ga
And I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business
‘Cause I’ma mind mine

I grab a carbine, lil’ boy
My b**ch, she f**kin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch
Smokin’ opp pack in the Royce

I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these n**gas tap out

Hundred round drum on your boy
And we just hopped out a Royce
We pullin’ up with a silencer
No, they ain’t makin’ noise
Pink shirt, man, I had to peppermint it
Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah
I had to go and end it
Go and drop the f**kin’ pin
We’ll pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me
’cause a n**ga sinnin’

I ain’t talkin’ motherf**kin’ testin’ Ray J
Man, I come out that Wraith
Just with motherf**kin’ bangers
I let that cutter hit eνery angle
I come out that back, whips like I’m Django
What the f**k a p**sy boy had said
I don’t know if he ain’t speakin’ sign language
And I just left town with ten, pockets on top
N**ga, no time to count us

Free homicide, it was just a homicide
Yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a b**ch rob ’em
Know we’ll kill him
Thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a b**ch ass n**ga
And I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business
‘Cause I’ma mind mine

I grab a carbine, lil’ boy
My b**ch, she f**kin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch
Smokin’ opp pack in the Royce

I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these n**gas tap out
Rich n**ga, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you n**gas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to Fox 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to Fox 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to Fox 5…

➤ Written by Gunna & Lil Keed
Album: Trapped on Cleveland 3
Produced by Supah Mario
Lil Keed | Gunna | 2020

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