Hodgy - FIFAFOFUM! lyrics

[Hook: Left Brain] FIFAFOFUM! n***a I ain't playing with ya! (x8) [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] n***a I ain't playin with ya, FIFAFOFUM No I ain't no law giving, police ain't no fun I give it right back to you when it's fleece I lease and Hogan Cause this world crazy, in this crazy world I bang a piece like drum I bang the East, West, Midwest, South and North b**h I'm worldwide Hit it with a new wave, it's the new school, new day paying terse tides Getting krit like Rulay, hooray, throwing money today, never knowing when I'm gonna die f**, I buy my Kool-aid, two shade, you'd hate, Dude, Hey! Where's my car? Cause I'm all about my f**ing drive A little n***a in the back, bobbing his head, telling me to drive fast I look back and see the kid playing with his die cast We going to the store to get a plane with your fly a** Then the Philippines so we can go and see the Triads I really live the dream, you're getting gastric bypa** My n***as on the scene, pulling b**hes by the eyelash And they got a lot of questions, but why ask? I do it better three times, you n***as tra-ash [Hook: Left Brain] [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] The only reason I'm here is to speak with my voice All these freakaleaks and cheateries want a say but have no choice So I choose which lane to speed, double-auto means Rolls Royce A n***a rough riding, your bluff is dying I'm up so much n***a f** a horizon Moon's in the skies meet the mountains and the lions I'm the beast in the woods, you're chasing him down to find him Can't find him? Little n***a he coming up right behind you I'm a Suwoop diamond, one in a million, I'm shining Call me your highness, throw flows like a 'holic My fingers all down my throat and let you f**s face vomit And since you n***as garbage, I'm taxing so pay homage And if you n***as don't then my action is way Bronson Either we beat them up or we A-Town stomp them "Look n***a, don't heat them up!" "Ain't no other f**ing option." "These n***as'll sweeten up!" "Icing on Cinnabon boxes." "Now they want to treat me up!" "No problem n***a we Marshals." I got this: all you n***as b**hes and you're topless I drink Scottish whiskey with a b**h until it's awkward You ain't got to say you hear me, I know it because you jock it For the money in my wallet, my n***as spit it hot pockets [Hook: Left Brain]