FOE NEM

Lyrics

[Intro] Aria made this! [Chorus] Watch your tone 'round me, you don't want no hole up in your heart You bet' not come 'round me, I just picked up this .45 shot It's cold in the wintertime, everyone knows you got that spark I spit, them jits run, you bet' not come back 'round here, coz I got that thang on me, nobody want smoke, don't roll no blunt I got that .45 on me, you bet' not run, or I'ma blast I'm grown, you young, homie, them words gon' be your last [Verse 1] I ain't gon' front, nobody gon' know your story, nobody gon' be there to tell it Don't worry 'bout a thang, I feel like I'm Tori Kelly Them Glocks gon' bust, who gon' tell him? That boy gon' snitch, I know it, we gon' have to get ready, (uh) Hold on, don't move so fast, we gon' have to takе it slowly He gon' get flipped ovеr, we running up his pockets I'm finna tell my fam I hit the lotto .9's and big Drac's, he don't want no smoke, don't come 'round here I'm from that west place, we gon' wet you up if you come back here Put it against his face, he started whining like a deer That boy soft, he ain't got cash up in his pocket He ain't carrying nothing, he took a big loss I stay schemin' like I'm Rick Ross [Chorus] Watch your tone 'round me, you don't want no hole up in your heart You bet' not come 'round me, I just picked up this .45 shot It's cold in the wintertime, everyone knows you got that spark I spit, them jits run, you bet' not come back 'round here, cuz I got that thang on me, nobody want smoke, don't roll no blunt I got that .45 on me, you bet' not run, or I'ma blast I'm grown, you young, homie, them words gon' be your last [Verse 2] Step 2, we run it back, we ain't gon' stop until he get clapped He gon' have to run quick, I shoot like Von, no, I don't miss I raise my blick, his life done quick, he ain't gon' live no life like this [Bridge] Okay, let me cool down, I just ran up off his block, the whole 'hood got put down I just took off like a plane, ain't look back, 'til I was good now I just got a brand new bag, now I can look down And just see smiles on their faces [Chorus] Watch your tone 'round me, you don't want no hole up in your heart You bet' not come 'round me, I just picked up this .45 shot It's cold in the wintertime, everyone knows you got that spark I spit, them jits run, you bet' not come back 'round here, cuz I got that thang on me, nobody want smoke, don't roll no blunt I got that .45 on me, you bet' not run, or I'ma blast I'm grown, you young, homie, them words gon' be your last