Moneybagg Yo – Black Feet (feat. BlocBoy JB) Lyrics

Black Feet

Moneybagg Yo (feat. BlocBoy JB)

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"Black Feet." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. BlocBoy JB)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 07:00 pm

Album: 2 Heartless

Track No: 07

Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet
I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment
You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action
Greet me when you see me
But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh
Work my wrist like, uh, uh
Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Diamonds hit like, uh, uh
Hit my ho like, uh, uh
Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, burnt her head down, it was fire just like some matches
Lil' bitch from the city and she call herself a savage
She ain't got her money right but swear that she ain't average
She pick and she thinks she Nicki when she get her taxes
I hit that lil' bitch like my blunt, from the back, the side, the front
After, asked her what she want, kicked her ass out like a punt
Uh, uh, I had to curve the ho, uh-uh, she want the world to know
Called her bluff like Curtis Snow, but the head A1, had to curl my toes
AP, plain janes cost forty
Chanel, shell stains, haters salty
Bitch, I'm lit like I'm a torch, fucked that thot bitch on the porch
Then got ghost like Rolls Royce, uh, out here on her
Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet
I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment
You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action
Greet me when you see me
But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh
Work my wrist like, uh, uh
Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Diamonds hit like, uh, uh
Hit my ho like, uh, uh
Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Soon as I look up, see bitches flockin' 'cause I'm havin'
Hit 'em with the stiffarm, they wasn't around me when I was ashy
Fuckin' with this freak ho when I had a show in Dallas
Just moved in the spot so I had to fuck her on the pallet, uh
Tore her ass up, she almost squirted on my Patek
Got my name stamped, now she certified, valid
Oh, no, slow roll
Tryna touch me out in public, hoes bold
And they wonder why
Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet
I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment
You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action
Greet me when you see me
But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh
Work my wrist like, uh, uh
Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Diamonds hit like, uh, uh
Hit my ho like, uh, uh
Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, you disgusting
If a **** play me wrong, then I'm busting
Heat a **** up like the oven
Hit you and your cousin
A lot of **** say that they was there but they wasn't
I'm on some cold killer shit, I might kill a bitch
All these Jacksons in my Thriller fit
With some Jordan kicks, I might take your bitch
I'm tryna put on for the team
You gon' change on your **** and do wrong to your team
Every thirty got a beam
Dressed in designer, I'm fresh as fuck, like Mr. Clean
**** playin', get creamed
Head shot him, leave him darked out like the wing
I had to dress like I'm king, and the bitch, her name is lean
I pass the bitch to the team, so you know what that shit mean, huh
Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet
I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment
You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action
Greet me when you see me
But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh
Work my wrist like, uh, uh
Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Diamonds hit like, uh, uh
Hit my ho like, uh, uh
Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Writer(s): BlocBoy JB, Demario Dewayne White, Jr. & Javar Rockamore.

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