MoFwea - Al Capone Lyrics

Baow
That Moroccan yuh, yuh
Don't got a yuh
Yuh
Don't got a fro, but I sin and if it's smoke, I let it go
Concrete on what I say, I stand on it with ten toes
That money bout the only thing I tell emotions to
Call me Ferrari, that Moroccan only vent to dough
If she ain't help with my career, then what the f*ck I met her for
Don't do no talking with bitches, straight to the point a yes or no
I let her cope, but I don't listen, cause after it's head and throat
She might be les, but she gon' top me off soon as I hit the road
I'm so in love with that cheese, that cheddar bobs to my songs
I done ran eight miles on this beat like Evan Jones
Ain't in a coma, I'ma make it, no coffin its set in stone
Every time I hop on a verse, it's a wrap like leather coat
Call me Scarface, I'm lit as f*ck from all this alc I'm pouring
I text his bitch, I bet she with it, that ho got a Dallas dome
You need a Red Bull for this smoke, send an addy I'm at a door
Watch how fast they lean back from any beef, Fat Joe
Who gon' judge me, I make more hits than a gavel, I spit more words than a battle
I get more cheese than a rat will, throw up more bars than a bad meal
Big dog in some legal shit, he getting more taps than an at will
Selling more bricks than Shaquille
I ain't no plus size, but I ain't signing shit unless it's a fat deal
Was a fein X rated things on my to-do list like I'm Brad Beal
Need a fat check to sign me like joint twins
I was on my tail, I got my head right like a coin flip
Call me LSD, catch me sleeping in the stu, I hit the mic or doze
If my dog getting into it don't care if he right or wrong I'ma fight with bro
People turn into an orchestra, got a couple bands and they string along
F*ck with Fwea I make it hard to breathe if it smoke with me like you hit a bong
Put a cavity up in an opp head like I'm Rodman, I'm a dentist
Back then I didn't have green with me, now I'm T'd up like a beverage
Nowadays I'm all about investments, and I spend the paper that I'm left with
I'm raining on them, bring a storm out like a mad bitch hit the exit
R.I.P. to the public, they'll be mad when they see what that check came out to
Seven six figure checks I'm thinking about, I'm trying to make some Yao moves
Keeping it too Tory I'll be in my lane, I should make a lengthy how-to
Shitting on whatever beat I hear, I hit up Maxx Air and make a bowel move
I'm a whole damn apple charger, I'm the type to see right through your ass
Got my career straight, make sure my circle air tight before I do the max
Used to misbehave, I was throwing pencils at the teachers, I was a fool in class
Watch what I would do to you and see I ain't playing, if Gray pull up, I'll leave him blue and black
They said getting on to the charts hard, I guess I'ma turn into a Pokemon
When I buzz it'll be a light year, I'ma do the infinity cause I can go beyond
Some days I wanna get a fast car and go the speed double my grandmother age
Took a lil peep behind my past, I thought to myself I didn't wanna runaway
Got my business up, my phone ring, you'd think I'm married
Back in class, ain't do the test like this is bullshit, I was very loud
Stop doing favors, that don't mean that I don't care
Won't do a show for free, bring me more I'll pop out on some Carrie vibes
That Moroccan
Don't play with Fwea, run away
Play with Fwea and you run away