Foul Out - ¡MAYDAY!

Fuck what you heard 'cause it ain’t what the word’s, it be

Be so absurd how we all be getting blurred

Speeding up at the curb when I’m all up in your turf

Yelling obscenities until I’m food for the worms

And been moved into herds, but I’m feeling quite alone

I could lose all my nerve, but I’m finally below

Get a clue if you dare get up off my dick and pose

See this game was never righteous, I’m feeling that I might just

Foul out

Foul out

Foul out, bitch

Foul out

Is this some bullshit I need a permit for?

Y’all really just been on one, y’all need to live more

The Morse code end up doing it in store

They rode our shit for so long, they got my dick sore

Hold up, pull over, they pull over then pull over my head

I thought I seen it coming, but they got us all in the end

Black limos on the low, but the price of a dread

These bitches snitching but the money got us in the same fair

Same games, same games, but it ain’t the same day

Strange days maintain, but the pay’s base fair

Freight train, play straight, fucking came and they went

We’ve been killing shit forever so it’s time for us to

Foul out

Foul out

Foul out

Foul out

Still playing?

You still there?

Oh you ain’t done?

Bitch I’ve been counting sheep, don’t say you ain’t heard

I see you buying every soul you every paid for

I even tried to sell my own to any takers

But it never fit, because that fit would 'cause some tenure

I’m done here fucking birds, drinking, get paid sure

This shitty acre, fuck all your safe words

No sliding into base, we’re softly and straight cursed

I think I’d rather foul out, bounce in that grey hearse, bitch

Foul out

Foul out

Foul out

Foul out