THE FOOT KLAN (feat. Sushi Kardashian, Champ & Catdoingamoneyspread)

They be saying niggas talking cool, cause niggas talk a lot
If he hungry for that beef 38 special, hit the spot
Sayin' they know who and who these niggas Outkast in the mob
Catch a pussy do him shitty like we landed in Dubai

Yeah, them my brothers for a reason
If a nigga touch the family, that mean a nigga bleedin
You the type to chop the body up and cover it in cement
I'm the type to mail the body to his moms, covered in semen
Yeah, I guess we different, nigga
Sushi rapping bout guns again, but he ain't on none again
I just paid Pri for that body, she said, thank you, come again

Why you say her name in the song? That's so incriminating
Cause we know 12 ain't gon' come around, they too intimidated

What they gon' say when them niggas on the move
Cause I love smoke, and my niggas love it too

What they gon' say when them niggas on the move
Cause I love smoke, and my niggas love it too
Hit a cracker in the head
And now that nigga can't say shit, can't say shit, can't say shit, can't say shit
Can't say shit
Can't say shit
Can't say shit
Can't say shit

I stay on the block, post-posted with gang and nem glocks

Your bitch on my cock, money look green like snot
You can get robbed, fucking with Champ get you popped
We ridin' with them Chops, boy, I'll send you to God
I eat on your bitch like a cheesecake, money so big I can split it in three ways

Whippin' the Benz on the freeway, gas in the trunk cause I sell it on a weekdays
Bro, give me the pole, I can relay, sellin' this pack like I'm playin' for Green Bay
Hunnids on hunnids what we make, all we be doin' is trappin' em each day
My guns be sticky like pomade, sippin' this wock', and I spilt on my balmains

Sushi and Champ, yeah, we raw mane
Prayin' this drac' won't have to cause pain
Aim at his head like I'm John Wayne,
Can't get my drip cause you copy my feng sui
Rappin' so good, need a replay, he scared of us, he keep tryin' to evade
Glock on my lap like a V8, sippin' this lean and it's makin' me delay

Choppa gon' give him a knee brace, 9 on my Glock, but no it ain't D Wade