Stan Smith - FUKK lyrics

Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the god staff move
Ayo

Pots breaking, reminiscent of bacon
Wind chest and Canali windbreakers
Five convertibles, slime I never heard of you
Murder you
Ruger shells'll leave you vertical
Don't take it personal
You know it was a money thing
The buggy eyed Benz, money green
Kip sweats, TEC hanging by the drawstring
Look out, it's raw fiend Pauline
My niggas said I was the illest nigga ever
Not for rapping but my
Whole team Fendi leathers
Me and Heem, Desert Eagles fly together
Live niggas, 99 n' Iceberg sweater
Upper echelon we on i'm up in B-blocks
Sell these tin caps then I'm gone
BA cortez and Timbs
Gym stars beneath they tongue stars
I'm recommending extra large

I made the cash off small heads
Ain't nobody fucking with me when it
Come to this fly shit, man
My empire all big faces
This is what the fuck I do
A million off another nigga block
You broke bum motherfucker's thirsty man
Looking at me man
Y'all motherfuckers is hungry man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces
Y'all can't-y'all can't keep up
With me man, this shit is easy man
I made the cash off small heads
You know I ain't no fuckin rapper man
Just sound fucking good though
My empire all big faces
I'm a Buffalo nigga too man, don't
Get that shit fucked up, man
A million off another nigga block
Rest in peace, ChineGun Black, man
Stan Smiths, no shoelaces free my nigga Sly
My nigga Ike, my nigga 40