Nosy Neighbors Songtext
von Thouxanbanfauni

All because that red Dodge
That′s parked in front of your house right now
Just almost hit me and my dogs, going about fifty-five in the neighborhood
And, better yet, forced a car off the road, a minivan, and didn't give two fucks
So, you know my wife, you guys seem cool
We don′t really care too much, but what the fuck?
I mean, get this shit together
I don't know who that kid is that was driving that car
But he's a little fucking asshole and he′s gonna get his ass beat
(Good God almighty)


Black man workin′, could've got that Beamer, but this SRT
Streetin′, really trappin', keep that glizzy tucked, laser beam
Fuck out my way, if you in that Prius, I′m goin' through green
Ev-even if it′s red I'm colorblind, them stop signs I don't see
Youngin-youngin gettin′ it in that Hellcat, got my neighbors mad
Shootin′-shootin' in the gym with that AR or that Kel-Tec
Work out every muscle in my body, just my pockets fat-fat
Keep it like that, guap ain′t goin' on a diet, and my cash don′t fast
Bi-bitch, called that boy a bitch cause he is, always complaining
Snitch like my neighbors is, always writin' statements
Fish, that′s my chain, that's my necklace, always hear 'em danglin′
Who I′m with? Don't worry ′bout it, just know she the realest (Yeah, she gangster)
Oh, we fake? Maybe we just bougie, you need to know the difference
We don't shake no hands with niggas just because they think they famous
Armed and dangerous, this glizzy gon′ slay 'em, we gon′ stain 'em
Shooters, gangsters, and robbers, and killers, that's′ my gang
My circle full of strippers, scammers, I call ′em my family
Fuck your feelings, y'all don′t judge me off my past, don't know my pain
U.S.A., land of the second chances
Home of the free, land of the braves, don′t tell me I can't, I′m American
My unc' did fed but now he out moving that work, slangin' ′cain
Niggas′ll get jealous like it's Neighbors, so they called the CrimeStoppers
Cause these niggas really just some bitches, and they lame
Had more coke than Coca-Cola, so they threw him in that ′cain
And these crackers hate to see you with them jewelry and them diamonds,
They just love to see you in shackles, and them handcuffs, and them chains
My family full of dope boys, my mama scared to introduce me
Cause she think I'll be like them
Like my daddy, just the same
If these pigs pull me over, asked me how I got this bank
I′ma tell 'em, "Talk to my lawyer first and I entertain"
These niggas gon′ always be mad at Fauni and always hate
My bitch bad, yo bitch ugly
This a bussit, boy, not no plain

(Good God almighty)