Young Buck - Foofy Freestyle (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

I can't believe this shit
How dare you niggas? Ha, okay
Traps N Trunks
We got this mixtape shit on lock! Yeah

I am pleadin' the fifth, saran-wrapped
You're receivin' my gift
So many niggas I'm passin' and
They needin' a lift
This is fatal attraction baby
Know who you with i can't depend on the if
I got my hands on it now
Bodies under my belt, I gotta stand on it now
This not our first fallin' out
Know how to handle it now banks gone
Ain't nobody there to settle it now
Them other niggas need verses
From whoever around c'mon Foofy
This Instagram shit done got goofy
Let's focus on that two million dollars
That nigga robbed you
Let's talk about them bitches you burnt
Them hoes charged you
You know what I learned was how
Not to be a father
Apologizin' to my sons and my daughters
Lord forgive me for the pain that I caused us
Lord was with it when he
Came and he called us
And I'm in this grocery store
Grippin' on this revolver
Yeah, you know I make 'em have to solve 'em
Ugh, I make you niggas have to call them
Catch a body, beat a body
Keep your mouth closed
Make it to the outro, then we applaud ya
John Wick with the stick
I'm with the bullshit
I guess I know too many devils on the pulpit
Guess it's the level where some
Niggas I was cool with
Turned into some niggas I
Don't even fool with
The underdogs and have nots
I'm in tune with
The big dogs and got-it-alls, I move with
Set rules with and load up mules with
Same niggas that I win with I lose with
Same nigga at the Beverly Center
When me and Floss had to pull up, remember?
My niggas pressed ya
Floyd had your ass paranoid
I had to bless ya
Nigga you been askin' for it
It's my pleasure
To introduce the world to this gangster shit
I wrote Too Rich for you and
This the thanks I get?
You taught that young boy to snitch
Nigga you think you slick
Gas him up on the 'gram just to make you lit
Get you out of this jam
You gon' need more than a skit
More than a fuckin' post
Nigga you know I won't quit
You know I'm a fuckin' ghost
(Ghost, ghost, ghost) pow

Never ran from nothin' in
My muh'fuckin' life homie
Ha, fear no man or God
And that's only 'cause I ain't met him yet
Niggas gotta deal with me, Buckshot!
You know I'm available for whatever
Type energy you on homie
Haha, real life, real street niggas
We do still exist out here