I'm a ft. Footson Lyrics

Footson's back

I love you, Los

Rey Carlos, pon el gancho, dame el micro, soy el mando

Ponte a un ritmo y mirar a lo que hago

Me dicen Catrin, pandillero, que soy un vago

Ando con mis vatos y asi nos terminamos

Lyrically, I'm fierce ain' no need to pretend

My bars so hot they could melt the motherfuckin' trend

If she's playing with me now, I might fuck up on her friend

If she try to play me twice, tell that bitch to guess again

cause I'm a cash getter, chuggin' Jack liquor

Runnin' up my bag super fast, bitch, I'm quicker

I'ma do the dash, blow the hash, get a whiff uh

Make you bust your ass like I cleaned up with a Swiffer

Stackin' up the racks, watch the bank get bigger

Talkin' out your ass, I'm your dad, call me mister

Fuckin' on your mama cause she like to make me dinner

Never like to lose, so I'll always be a winner

That's why my bros and I runnin' up the fuckin' bags

Footson and Waldson, all we know is get the cash

We just spittin' raps, throwin' hits like a quarterback

Matter of fact, let me catch my breath for a minute

Pushin' to the top, we gon' take it to the limit

We ain't fuckin' signed, but we ain't new to dealin'

We do this shit easy, yeah, we do it with no stress

We goin' for the most, we ain't never takin' less

We do it for the fam, but we do it for ourselves

If we ain't find rappin', we probably end up in a cell

We just want the cash, spittin' facts like a printer

We might hit the jack, fuck a glass, pass the liquor

We gon' hit the gas, puff n pass like the spliff up

Talkin' out your ass, where you at, get you hit up

All you do is cap, said you gon' bust a gat, I don't see nothin'

Bitch, you made a glass, throw a stone and watch you shatter

Talkin' on my name, fuelin' my flame, it don't matter

Workin' myself to death, I'm gettin' paid

Yea, my pockets gettin' fatter

If you try to skip a level, I'ma shake the fuckin' ladder

Shittin' on these rappers, almost lost a hundred pounds

These motherfuckers snakin', they just wanna see me down

I took a couple losses, but I'm here to get my crown

Me and the brodies comin' up, but everybody talkin' down

If you wasn't with us then, why you tryna come around

Tossin' tires 12 hours, that shit hurt my back

Evolved with my rappin', new plan of attack

This for everyone who used to say I'm wack

If you hearin' this, bitch, you can fuckin' kiss my ass

Bitches see Carlos and they don't know how to act

I'm not talkin' will, but you might get smacked

Tell that pussy boy that I said step back

He don't really want it, he just talkin' out his ass

He don't really want it, why he talkin' all that cap

He don't really want it, cause we might just beat his ass

He don't really want it, cause we might just bust a gat

Bring it back

We just want the cash, spittin' facts like a printer

We might hit the jack, fuck a glass, pass the liquor

We gon' hit the gas, puff n pass, light the spliff up

Talkin' out your ass, where you at, get you hit up

All you do is cap, said you gon' bust a gat, I don't see nothin'

Bitch, you're made of glass, throw a stone and watch you shatter

Talkin' on my name, fuelin' my flame, it don't matter

Workin' myself to death, I'm gettin' paid, yea my pockets gettin' fatter

Ugh, I'm too drunk

What

I'ma get some money, get it fast, got a vision

Voices in my head got me zoned out, no, I ain't listen

Had it hard, used to see roaches when I was pissin'

Gotta watch your step, cause they also up in the kitchen

Used to get in trouble, my mama was always bitchin'

She just wanna see me do right, but I ain't listen

So now I'm on a path, I see money, I gotta get it

When we ain't have no money, she still put food in the kitchen

Younger days, I was dumb, smokin' gas, sippin' rum

Demons talk, I won't run, thought I quit, but I ain't done

Hatin' on me, you my son, all that hatin' shit don't get you nowhere

Tell me what you learned', I ain't talkin' rio

Waldson send you flyin' up with birds, and I was just in ninth grade

Tryin' to make some moves like Cunningham

Tryin' to find a way to make some green, just call me Uncle Sam

I used to scam them crackers, just know I ain't never gave a damn

I go home, cop some weed, I get so high that I can't even land

Younger days, I was dumb, smokin' gas, sippin' rum

Demons talk, I won't run, thought I quit, but I ain't done

Hatin' on me, you my son, mix a little Pregame with some vodka

That shit got me drunk, really, I'm just too fucked up

I've been drinkin' way too much, drinkin' got me thinkin' bout the past

No, I can't show no love

Tell them that I'm too drunk, and I don't give two fucks

And everybody sittin' here, just go and get your money up

I just need these bands, I don't need friends, I can't be bummy yuh

Again to everybody doubtin' me, go get your money up

I just wanna see some better days, I can't wait, bitch, I'm on it

Workin' seven days, gettin' paid, yeah, it's comin'

These motherfuckers hate, get away, they just tryna bring me down

Cause they see I'm on my way, they don't want it

Used to livin' humble, had rats up in the kitchen

So when I get the cheese, I don't even wanna flaunt it

Yeah, I learned a lesson, gotta get it if you want it

These motherfuckers talkin', but they too afraid to walk it

Said he wanted smoke, but when I showed, he sprinted

I told him not to play with me, but he just wouldn't listen

He kept speakin' on some shit that he ain't know about

I told him that it's best if he just shut his fuckin' mouth

He ain't listen, like he ain't got shit to worry bout

I met him in the lot, I'm ready, finna fuckin' clash out

Once he saw me, hit the fuckin' dash

Wow, you was talkin' all that fuckin' hot shit, where you at now

You cannot amount to me, there ain't no damn attemptin'

Of course, I want a lot, cause I had no pot to piss in

They said stay outta trouble, but I'm not the type to listen

I'ma run this money up, then I'ma own a business

I'ma run this money up, as God is my witness

I'ma gain some distance, cause I'm tired of you bitches

All you do is talk, but you're never really with it

Yeah, I live with rats, but I do not fuck with snitches

I say just what I want, don't give a fuck about how you're feelin'

If I'm the hero for my fam, don't care if I'm a villain

That includes the times back when I was fuckin' stealin'

Tried to have me locked up for a piece of fuckin' chicken

That includes the time back when ma had got evicted

Made a promise, I'ma make it, even if I gotta be a menace