Foot On They Neck (feat. Hunxho) Video (MV)

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
F*cked 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