FIFA

(album: Mafia Lord (Chapter II) - 2021)

I just spent two thousand on some jeans I'm only wearing once
I just fuck with hundreds, not no twenties, I'll tear 'em up
My bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave, but I don't care enough
I'll get a nigga sent home for a pair of buffs
These Diors costs me an oldie, I should start 'em up (Vroom)
Nothing less than sixty FN shots in the car with us (Brrt)
Nigga ice so froze, I done gave a bitch a fever
Balenciaga soccer jersey on like it's FIFA

Told bro to take a fresh pint out the freezer
I just went to Hutch for no motherfucking reason (Ice, ice, ice)
He put it on his dead granny, still I don't believe him
You pulled up to your bitch house in time, I was leaving
Bitch, we got the browns like it's Cleveland
Your bitch hanging from my nuts, release me (Let me go)
I can't fuck with broke hoes, capeeshy? (Okay?)
Why my bitch hair the same inches as a TV
I'll hit a nigga main bitch twice like I really like her (Mwah)
And send her right back to her nigga, I'll extradite her
All this damn shitting I be doing, I need an extra diaper (Need an extra diaper)
Oh, 'cause I thought the feds said indictment
The money keep calling me, your bitch keep stalking me
You gotta have a bag just to talk to me
Every bitch you ever see me with, nigga, cost some cheese
I'll knock every branch off a nigga family tree (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

I just spent two thousand on some jeans I'm only wearing once (Two racks)
I just fuck with hundreds, not no twenties, I'll tear 'em up
My bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave, but I don't care enough (You can go)
I'll get a nigga sent home for a pair of buffs
These Diors costs me an oldie, I should start 'em up (Christian Diors)
Nothing less than sixty FN shots in the car with us (Five-seveNs, nigga)
Nigga ice so froze, I done gave a bitch a fever
Balenciaga soccer jersey on like it's FIFA

The bitch I came in here with look like a Mona Lisa (Mwah)
I hit her from the side, she call me Trevor Ariza (Hey, hey)
I'll get a nigga wrapped up like a pita (Drrt)
Break into a nigga front door like a pizza
I had a one-on-one heart-to-heart with the reaper
I pop a Percocet and put a bitch in a sleeper
I know it sound deep, but this shit can get some deeper
All these hoes on a nigga line, I need a beeper
Yeah, your new bitch cold, but that's old news (Old news)
Only time you niggas thugging is on Pro Tools (Gangster)
Took her to the boat and made her drive the boat too (D'USSÉ)
Locked in with the Fives, know some Locs too
Her friend wanna ride with us, well, come on, bitch (Come on, bitch)
I should be a fucking fly, I be on some shit
I'm so motherfucking fly, I need a bungee kit
And still'll put a monkey suit on, get on some monkey shit
Knock, knock, nigga (Knock, knock, nigga), how many opps in there?
AR drunk (AR drunk), it's a hundred shots in there (Brrt)
Rollie like a crackhead body, too many rocks in there (Ice, ice)
Put all my racks in the drawer, it ain't no socks in there (It ain't no socks in there)
I wanna know what you gon' do for this couple hundred (What you gon' do)
She already fucking with my head 'cause she said she love me (Mwah)
Damn, she got a fat ass, but she kinda ugly (But she kinda ugly)
The doctor made it soft, he took it out her stomach

I just spent two thousand on some jeans I'm only wearing once
I just fuck with hundreds, not no twenties, I'll tear 'em up
My bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave, but I don't care enough (Alright)
I'll get a nigga sent home for a pair of buffs
These Diors costs me an oldie, I should start 'em up (Vroom)
Nothing less than sixty FN shots in the car with us (Brrt)
Nigga ice so froze, I done gave a bitch a fever
Balenciaga soccer jersey on like it's FIFA