Chetta - Foreala lyrics
[Chetta - Foreala lyrics]
Lately, i don't really give a
Fuck about that dumb shit
Fuck that dumb shit mane
Fuck that other shit man hey, yeah
Fuck feelings i don't got those
I be curving like cut throat
I be swerving them potholes
Probably taking all your hoes
We don't fuck with no 5-0
I put packs in the bandos
I count racks on the low low
Ima have to hit and go go
Ima have to hit it woah woah
Ima have to hit it slo-mo turn a bad hoe
To no more whole bow
Just to smoke smoke and my choppa
Just a throw-a-way don't give a fuck
What nobody say
Im eating off every single plate
Tell em fill me up i want every scrape
Yeah yeah bitch im rolling
Like a eighteen wheelеr smoking dope
And i hang with them killers i dip molly
I еat acid on the real
On the reala oh foreala?
Oh foreal?
Oh foreala! Always flexy
Always worky i don't fill up
Why he clutchy always clutchy
On the trigger i got bags
I got bags what you figure
Hang in the trap in the trap
Where i live run it for me
Bring it back and ima surf
All these packs im bringing back
A lot of work i don't even mean to flex
But i got work i got
Im flex… bitch im flexing now
I got money now try and check me now
No you can’t play me now
Know just what i want want
Know just what you won't don't
No no i won't front you
Tell me what you want to do
Im flex, Im Flex, Im flex, Im flex
Big Glock in the console
Two pills thats a combo
I was booming out condos
Pulling out in them quattros
Give no fuck about a follow
Ive been real since a day old
I tote steel like shaq o
I don't feel none of you hoes
I don't feel none of you hoes
Smoking dope at the fillmore
If i fall ima still roll
Pain killer just to feel more
And my heart like a steel door
And my trap like a festival
Come thru but you can’t go
I just need to know whats real tho
Oh foreala! Always flexy
Always worky i don't fill up
Why he clutchy always clutchy
On the trigger i got bags
I got bags what you figure
Hang in the trap in the trap
Where i livea run it for me
Bring it back and ima surf
All these packs im bringing back
A lot of work i don't even mean to flex
But i got work i got
Im flex… bitch im flexing now
I got money now try and check me now
No you can't play me now
Know just what i want want
Know just what you won't don't
No no i won't front you
Tell me what you want to do
Fuck about that dumb shit
Fuck that dumb shit mane
Fuck that other shit man hey, yeah
Fuck feelings i don't got those
I be curving like cut throat
I be swerving them potholes
Probably taking all your hoes
We don't fuck with no 5-0
I put packs in the bandos
I count racks on the low low
Ima have to hit and go go
Ima have to hit it woah woah
Ima have to hit it slo-mo turn a bad hoe
To no more whole bow
Just to smoke smoke and my choppa
Just a throw-a-way don't give a fuck
What nobody say
Im eating off every single plate
Tell em fill me up i want every scrape
Yeah yeah bitch im rolling
Like a eighteen wheelеr smoking dope
And i hang with them killers i dip molly
I еat acid on the real
On the reala oh foreala?
Oh foreal?
Oh foreala! Always flexy
Always worky i don't fill up
Why he clutchy always clutchy
On the trigger i got bags
I got bags what you figure
Hang in the trap in the trap
Where i live run it for me
Bring it back and ima surf
All these packs im bringing back
A lot of work i don't even mean to flex
But i got work i got
Im flex… bitch im flexing now
I got money now try and check me now
No you can’t play me now
Know just what i want want
Know just what you won't don't
No no i won't front you
Tell me what you want to do
Im flex, Im Flex, Im flex, Im flex
Big Glock in the console
Two pills thats a combo
I was booming out condos
Pulling out in them quattros
Give no fuck about a follow
Ive been real since a day old
I tote steel like shaq o
I don't feel none of you hoes
I don't feel none of you hoes
Smoking dope at the fillmore
If i fall ima still roll
Pain killer just to feel more
And my heart like a steel door
And my trap like a festival
Come thru but you can’t go
I just need to know whats real tho
Oh foreala! Always flexy
Always worky i don't fill up
Why he clutchy always clutchy
On the trigger i got bags
I got bags what you figure
Hang in the trap in the trap
Where i livea run it for me
Bring it back and ima surf
All these packs im bringing back
A lot of work i don't even mean to flex
But i got work i got
Im flex… bitch im flexing now
I got money now try and check me now
No you can't play me now
Know just what i want want
Know just what you won't don't
No no i won't front you
Tell me what you want to do