Pusha T - F.I.F.A. lyrics

They been trying to tie me to the BALCO Too many clicks in the dial tone I’m my city’s Willy Falcon How you n***as celebrating Alpo? I’m disgusted Interior rustic, the mustard-colored wall’s adjusted Trap doors everywhere Macs come out the floor, dinners at the Forge Four Seasons all four seasons It’s good to have a getaway for no reason Concierge never speak ‘Cause this week look like last week They both named Ashley I might travel to El Barrio To get it from Daddy-O then adios Cellphone at the back patio I didn’t have to make a cameo to get it off I hope you betting on the sleeper It all started on a beeper Now they asking for the feature Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers Drug money kicked around like it’s FIFA Yuugh! Pops up like dandruff Beverly Hills Jed Clampett A shotgun wedding to collect my ransom Cameo Chris Hansen I’m at your door You don’t wanna know him if you owe him I done boxed in cars and had to tow ‘em I done laid in lawns when they didn’t mow ‘em Even hogtied wives, I had to show ‘em That I mean business I mean everything I say, no witness No forgiveness, Souls of Mischief It’s on through infinity, my arms are endless Your arms, too short to box with God Might send a b**h a Elie Saab She f**s and robs 10 grand just to touch the job Close range, she don’t duck and dodge You can’t trust them odds I hope you betting on the sleeper It all started on a beeper Now they asking for the feature Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers Drug money kicked around like it’s FIFA I hope you betting on the sleeper It all started on a beeper Now they asking for the feature Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers Drug money kicked around like it’s FIFA