FORTUNES FOOL ft. Coughman Lyrics

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Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Hoe get your money up

No funny up

Im a young kid

Got a Benjamin

Got a booty cash back

Uh wait shit was fat

Up in the sky like I'm feeling like Icarus

Chillin with baddies Im eating like licorice

Feelin' so devilish bitch I'm a deviant

Off of the grid like a tab and I'm seeing shit

Too much sauce on me like Tybalt

Bitch I drip it ain't no dribble drop-

Lets off my wrist she gon eat it up like cibble

Big ol bitch with big ol tits I cannot fuck no chick that little

She gon fiddle with my wood

She would wittle if she could

If I pull up to your hood

You know it's meaning nothing good

Put a dagger in your ribs blood fallin of my fists

Take a life if I get pissed red bottoms steppin' in

Put a dagger in your ribs blood fallin of my fists

Take a life

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

I just be kickin it and flippin it lil bitch

Condom on im rippin it oh shit

Lil sin with your bitch again

Some face you know it's imminent

I pull up I'm talkin that smack

I say to your face with a gun to your back

Chamber in mouth take a bite out my Mac

I'm with Coughman we keep it a stack (stack)

Boy you are not hard

Drip in a carhartt

Paint all your blood on the wall

Like a van art

Drown in a low pool

Blood on a sample

Semiautomatic got crack

In a fish bowl

Hit him with a critical

High crit rate

Skip it like a fairytale

Little mermaid

Bitch on a pedestal

I ain't hittin that

Throwin' it back

The little bag in her booty crack

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

Ratchet Ratchet automatic

Feel your feet we feel the static

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