What They Hittin' Foe? Songtext / Lyric

Fucking around in a crap game

Niggas think I'm soft 'cause now I'm in the rap game

And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts

Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts



But when it comes to getting in a circle

I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple

Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke

When deuce deuce hit the floor yo



Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?

I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny

Oh yeah I'm shaking the ivory

And boom it's like they die for me



Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint

But don't forget my point, there it is yo






I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide

Money gone 'cause I'm never hitting deuce-five

I'm never hitting four-trey no way

You wanna leave but come on hoe stay



Nigga see but that'll work

Poppa needs brand new shoes and a sweatshirt

Fool you can't even fuck with that

And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat



'Cause I see your homies starting to look

And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks

And I'm feeling like a baller

Bucking fools now the circle's getting smaller



Now you wanna go and scheme

Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team

So I pick up my money and start walking

'Cause now I let the gat start talking



Now since y'all lost you wanna go out like a sucker

Take that motherfucker