Wat you put in, you get out versuri
Fox BD
Wat you put in, you get out lyrics by Fox BD
Intro
Mm, mm, mm, no, BD
(What they talkin’ about, Traiqo?)
Shh, uh, nigga
Chorus
Big bro cooked the dope perfect today, I can tell ‘cause his auntie T made a vase
I was tryna sell a hundred ‘bows ‘fore this mornin’, but my flight got delayed
Shoot first, ask questions later, take a bath in bleach, that’s how we was raised
I’m so fuckin’ rich, I don’t clean up behind myself, called a fuckin’ maid
Verse
Keep one killer, can’t stand bein’ trolled in private, gotta face the consequences in public
Fuck that drank, goin’ through withdrawal, frustrated and depressed, sweatin’, stomach bubblin’
Even my grandma, shе call me by my real name, lil’ cousin’ll call mе cuddy
Lil’ bro been up for three weeks straight, eatin’ honey, sippin’ coffee, throwin’ back Upers
You ain’t got a body on your belt, man, sidewalk for resell street, you a puppet
Fatt Fox put me on a platform, puttin’ on for this Fox shit, without him, I’m nothin’
Never know what today bring, in the hood keep your hips and cleats, this shit can get ugly
Let your pride get in the middle of our bond, look what the fuck get corrupted
You’ll keep it real when niggas ass look at you in the ground, what you put in you get out
She said that I act like the same nigga she had in the past, I hardly doubt
I don’t like speakin’ on Wax, opps know what’s up, my young nigga got four in ground
I just got my passport, I’m overseas, that word get to ‘em, it’s a bounty
Standin’ on morals and principles, give a fuck what y’all do over there, over here, we ain’t allowin’ it
Hardhead, make it sell fast, I had to go through it, tell a story to believe it
Yeah, my facecard good, I done go anywhere, I’m stamped, bootin’, I’m bleedin’
It’s a knock, can’t ask too easy, got his shit knocked back from here to St. Peters
The shit you pull, you won’t do with bro, it’s a lie, nigga, RIP the reaper
Why the fuck my family have to be the opps? Fuck ‘em, I don’t claim them people
Chorus
Big bro cooked the dope perfect today, I can tell ‘cause his auntie T made a vase
I was tryna sell a hundred ‘bows ‘fore this mornin’, but my flight got delayed
Shoot first, ask questions later, take a bath in bleach, that’s how we was raised
I’m so fuckin’ rich, I don’t clean up behind myself, called a fuckin’ maid
