Foolio - Bibby Flow lyrics

1646 brick baby o hunna, Osama
ESPN, 6

I don't do too much talking
That's what got your homie whacked (Grah)
I don't diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
(Dead nigga)
Made a movie with a groupie, bend her over
Break her back (Groupie)
When I fuck, I pull her tracks (Yes, sir)
Boy, you not a threat, I swear to God
Just relax (Just relax)
When we catch your ass in public
Gotta stand on what you rap
Make the police do they job
They can't catch me in the Scat (Skrrt)
In the Sca Sca Sca (Scatty, skrrt)
They can't catch me in the Scat (Gone)

Crackers tried to roll, Tyreek Hill


We had to shake somethin'
Treat 'em like a phone, front camera
I'ma face one (Grah)
Free JB out the county
In there pipin' off that M1 (Free Spaz)
VVSs on my teeth
So it cost if I say somethin' (VVS)
Amiri on my jeans, I got Vlone on my shirt
(On my) baguettes on my ring
Poppin' opps like they Percs
My lil' bro just caught a hat, man
He known for puttin' in work
Swear the way they did lil' shh, boy
That boy got it worse (Let's go)
Catch him where he bangin'
I'ma leave him where he gangin'
(Where he gangin')
ESPN 6, KTA, that's what I'm claiming (KTA)
Mama told me, "Son, be safe", I said, "Ma
Your son dangerous" (Dangerous)
Nigga reach for any diamond on my body
Gon' make him famous (Grah)
He dissin' on them songs
I'm the one that got him whacked
(Got him whacked) breaking news, say cheese
Put his ass on the News4Jax
The way we turnt, think we
Cheatin', we some glitches, we some hacks
(Some glitches) stolo slidin' on the opps
Tryna score and catch a hat (Come here)
Just fucked a groupie, it's a movie
Had to beat her from the back (Ayy)
Had to beat her from the back (Thot)
Bend the lil' ho over
Break her spine and pull her tracks
(Take her back)
Ain't tryna tweet when it's beef
I get that bag, i drop them racks
(Drop them racks)
Lil' bro just caught him one and
He got the job done (Ayy)
Sleepin' in his bushes
Get it turnt up like the sun (Like the sun)
Brand new stolen chopper
Got a brand new stolen gun (A stolen gun)
We them jit's that gettin lit and
We be shootin' shit for fun (Grah)
Paralyzed they other brother, he can't walk
He can't run (He can't run)
Shot him in his face, he can't smile
He can't grunt (He can't grunt)
Try to rob me, boy, that shit a junkie stunt
If you reachin' for my Rolex
I'ma turn you to some Runtz (To some Runtz)
Backwood in the blunt (In the blunt)
Zaza in my lungs (In my lungs)
Boy, watch what you say 'cause we'll
Come and cut your tongue chopper got a drum
These Perkies got me numb
What's-his name was dissin' Bibby
He got killed by the sun (Freddy)
Shootin' out the coupe (Coupe)
Hanging out the roof (Out the roof)
If I send my soldiers
They get busy like some troops
(They some troops)
They need to free the crew (Grah)
And let the gang loose (Free gang)
We in Cali turnt like 2Pac, I got the juice
(I got the juice)

I don't do too much talking
That's what got your homie whacked (Grah)
I don't diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
(Dead nigga)
Made a movie with a groupie, bend her over
Break her back (Groupie)
When I fuck, I pull her tracks (Yes, sir)
Boy, you not a threat, I swear to God
Just relax (Just relax)
When we catch your ass in public
Gotta stand on what you rap
Make the police do they job
They can't catch me in the Scat (Skrrt)
In the Sca Sca Sca (Scatty, skrrt)
They can't catch me in the Scat (Gone)
I don't do too much talking
That's what got your homie whacked (6)
I don't diss on dead opps
Just roll they ass inside a pack
(Dead nigga) made a movie with a groupie
(Dead nigga) , bend her over
Break her back (Thot)
When I fuck, I pull her tracks
Boy, you not a threat, I swear to god
Just relax (You not a threat)
When we catch your ass in public
Gotta stand on what you rap
(Stand on that, nigga)
Make the police do they job
They can't catch me in the Scat (Skrrt)
In the Sca Sca Sca (Scatty, Scatty)
They can't catch me in the Scat