Foogaze Video (MV)

Look
I'm tired of the foogaze
I been ina daze tryna see where My mind gone
I done been in a trap wit hella Dirty straps
Got a bag I get mine gone
F*ckin dees hoes
But this lust in my styrofoam
Spin on yo block
Fa dat cash now yo mind blown
Switch on a hoe f*ck ha friend
I'm only in dis fa inns
I only want us to win
F*ck cuttin a check
You ain't gang you ain't kin
Servin da knicks
For da guap jermy Lin
I got bros wit the six
But I'm bangin da fin
Foreign lil bitch
You can bet she a Ten
Ain't no cap in my raps
All I speak bout is sins
Chasin dees racks
It's a race to da end
I put bro Ona job
He gone hawk yo ass in
I pullup wit gang ina Benz
You can't swim wit the sharks
We gone bite off yo fin
Toatin dis glock but I like f&n
F*ck yo bitch off a perc
Now she want it again
Pushin dis weight
Like my life finna end
Only hang wit the bros
But the benjis my friend
If you ain't wit the squad then
You ain't gettin in
Have a hoe get you pop for
Dat shit you been sayin
It's a race to the guap you at the End
You reach ima blow no Pretend
Got stripes in these streets like I'm Ken
If you make the wrong move They gone do yo ass in
I get ghost on a hoe alley oop to My mans
You ain't starve wit this crew
You can't stack on this plan
I had dreams bout this doe
All I think bout is bands
I was out duckin cops
You was playin in da sand
F*ck a hoe if she dont blow on Demand
I sold coke at da sto like a brand
Pour a four I shoot slow but it Land
Bodies drop to the flow you gone Rat on yo mans
I need ten bands or more
Or dat flight ain't gone land
If you claim you my bro
Bet not get onnat stand
If I can't find yo door
Ima shoot at ya mans
You ain't talkin no check
What the f*ck is you sayin
Whole gang pop out toatin Bands
Took you off then I sold to yo Friends
I get cake you can tell by da Stance
How you claim you gone shoot
But you froze onnat plan
Pop a perc den sip lean
Das a whole different man
I go beast fa da gang
I'm King Kong Ona xan
Had to scale up that work
For dat kash In advance
Tryna stack up this cake
Till it pop rubber bands
Look
I'm tired of the foogaze
I been in a daze tryna see where My mind gone
I done been in a trap wit hella Dirty straps
Got a bag I get mine gone
F*ckin dees hoes
But this lust in my styrofoam
Spin on yo block
Fa dat cash now yo mind blown
Switch on a hoe f*ck ha friend
I'm only in is fa inns
I only want us to win
F*ck cuttin a check
You ain't gang you ain't kin
Serving da knicks
For da guap jermy Lin
I got bros wit the six
But I'm bangin da fin
Foreign lil bitch
You can bet she a Ten
Ain't no cap in my raps
All I speak bout is sins
Chasin dees racks
It's a race to da end
I put bro Ona job
He gone hawk yo ass in