More songs by Chuckyy
Description
The city is always buzzing, like a motor that never stops - the streets are filled with the smell of rubber and whispers about those who need to be ‘freed.’ Here, luxury coexists with paranoia: Birkin bags and McLarens mixed with whispers about bugs in phones and armoured buttons on weapons. Laughter through the smoke of sirens, expensive syrup in a glass, crossovers more expensive than rent, and the feeling that time does not heal - it only adds fuel to the fire. Everything is loud, bold, and painfully real: life is like a race without brakes, where you have to hold on to your place in the front row every day.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Foenem grave
Foenem grave
Foenem grave, the gang play dirty, step outside, boy, clutch that .30
This bitch want me buy her Birkins, but I got bros locked in counties
Free the guys, there ain't even no point, these hos be fuckin', ain't got boundaries
30K, that ain't no bounty, I spent 30K on lean
On the night Smurk won his Grammy, what he do? Pull up on gang
I'm so Locos Tacos, finna get "Rich Maniac" on my face
I don't fuck with Vatos in the 'Raq, most of they ass GDs
Know I rap and all, but I'll bounce when bro bounce and that's on gang
Shots let off, they dip, when lil' bro slip, I'll stand over his face
Put shit up with millis, but I put most shit up with that Drac'
When I tote that Micro, it's not in no book bag, that ain't safe
But it's a book bag with me 'case I gotta get low from the jakes
Phones be tapped, don't trust that shit, I'm finna buy bronem walkie-talkies
He popped fake Percs, he a zombie (zombie)
New straight-eight Jeep, yeah, we doggin' (skrrt)
When we outside, shit get wet up, we done flamed shit up on Halsted (no bap)
Niggas tryna tweak with Chuckyy, better have money for them coffins
Boy, you better move precautious 'cause we blaze shit quick, no talkin'
Headshot, brain cells, boy, he lost 'em (dummy)
Foenem grave, this shit gettin' weird
I don't even wanna be around some of my partners (weird)
Lil' bronem spin out a Honda
We want bloodbath, we gettin' hungry (give a fuckin' shit)
Millis and buttons go off in the 'Raq, every time, these niggas be duckin'
Lil' bitch, I score buckets, get it confused, done had some shit get spanked (spanked up)
Niggas be out here bitched out, actin' like they so tough, ain't got no rank (no)
Fuck off 10K, that shit light, more dog shit on me, ain't gotta hit the bank (right now)
No bitch ever told me, "No," I fuck, then leave stuff on her face (no bap)
You ain't gotta tell me blow my fire, you know I'm on that, my shit laced
She jumped in my fuckin' ride and said it look like outer space
I just been livin' life P, I took a couple hos on dates
Me and Smurk keep back to back in Lambos, boy, we tryna race (no bap)
Foenem grave, they gotta free Smurk, he say that shit like every day
Stuffed that lil' bitch like a bird, you see, can't sit shit on my face
Hope everybody from the 'Raq make it out, I hope every day
I know this is not a race, but, on foenem, I'm in first place
They like, "Chill, bro, why you cocky?" But I got told that from the greats (no bap)
10 mil' leave shit hula-hoop, the coroners can't even see his face (whoo, whoo)
I don't fuck with no state troopers, stomp the gas on all the jakes (skrrt)
30S ain't got no button, this bitch kick, gotta catch the grip (grip)
SRT got extra power, leave smoke all up on the strip (skrrt, skrrt)
We chill inside niggas' dips, where you goin'? Shorty, come here
Niggas see me, they be spooked, they heard I make shit disappear
I got on my Marni slippers, they ain't even comfortable, but they gear (gear)
Chuckyy don't dare follow trends, I set the trend, y'all see that clear (right or wrong)
Niggas hide behind security when they see us, niggas bitch (he a bitch)
'Posed to be the other way around, boy, you the grown man, I'm the kid (no bap)
Prime example, stop that bappin' rappin', need to go work at Lids
We get active, really, we get active, left shit on cement
2025 McLaren, my first time drivin' it, this bitch kind of quick (swear we lit)
I don't fuck with Miami, it's hardly rainin', that's some toxic shit (toxic shit)
Pour up lean when I feel sick, don't like Pav, don't fuck with Quagen
Chuckyy only fuck with Tris, off a triple, high as shit
Know my cup filled to the brim, Fox BD, pass me Jolly Ranch
My outfit cost Cali rent (damn), and my cup cost a phone bill (no bap)
Every time these niggas woofin', we hit blocks and leave shit spilled (a mess)
We don't need pills to go kill (no bap), we suit up, do this for real (no bap)
We done gave out plenty spankings, started rap so I could chill (on pills again, on pills again)
But shit go on, be for real, they still wanna lie to me still (no bap)
Foenem grave, foenem grave
Foenem grave, man, never gon' have it, nigga
Foenem grave
English translation
Foenem grave
Foenem grave
Foenem grave, the gang play dirty, step outside, boy, clutch that .30
This bitch want me buy her Birkins, but I got bros locked in counties
Free the guys, there ain't even no point, these hos be fuckin', ain't got boundaries
30K, that ain't no bounty, I spent 30K on lean
On the night Smurk won his Grammy, what he do? Pull up on gang
I'm so Locos Tacos, finna get "Rich Maniac" on my face
I don't fuck with Vatos in the 'Raq, most of they ass GDs
Know I rap and all, but I'll bounce when bro bounce and that's on gang
Shots let off, they dip, when lil' bro slip, I'll stand over his face
Put shit up with millis, but I put most shit up with that Drac'
When I tote that Micro, it's not in no book bag, that ain't safe
But it's a book bag with me 'case I gotta get low from the jakes
Phones be tapped, don't trust that shit, I'm finna buy bronem walkie-talkies
He popped fake Percs, he a zombie (zombie)
New straight-eight Jeep, yeah, we doggin' (skrrt)
When we outside, shit get wet up, we done flamed shit up on Halsted (no bap)
Niggas tryna tweak with Chuckyy, better have money for them coffins
Boy, you better move precautious 'cause we blaze shit quick, no talkin'
Headshot, brain cells, boy, he lost 'em (dummy)
Foenem grave, this shit gettin' weird
I don't even wanna be around some of my partners (weird)
Lil' bronem spin out a Honda
We want bloodbath, we gettin' hungry (give a fuckin' shit)
Millis and buttons go off in the 'Raq, every time, these niggas be duckin'
Lil' bitch, I score buckets, get it confused, done had some shit get spanked (spanked up)
Niggas be out here bitched out, actin' like they so tough, ain't got no rank (no)
Fuck off 10K, that shit light, more dog shit on me, ain't gotta hit the bank (right now)
No bitch ever told me, "No," I fuck, then leave stuff on her face (no bap)
You ain't gotta tell me blow my fire, you know I'm on that, my shit laced
She jumped in my fuckin' ride and said it look like outer space
I just been livin' life P, I took a couple hos on dates
Me and Smurk keep back to back in Lambos, boy, we tryna race (no bap)
Foenem grave, they gotta free Smurk, he say that shit like every day
Stuffed that lil' bitch like a bird, you see, can't sit shit on my face
Hope everybody from the 'Raq make it out, I hope every day
I know this is not a race, but, on foenem, I'm in first place
They like, "Chill, bro, why you cocky?" But I got told that from the greats (no bap)
10 mil' leave shit hula-hoop, the coroners can't even see his face (whoo, whoo)
I don't fuck with no state troopers, stomp the gas on all the jakes (skrrt)
30S ain't got no button, this bitch kick, gotta catch the grip (grip)
SRT got extra power, leave smoke all up on the strip (skrrt, skrrt)
We chill inside niggas' dips, where you goin'? Shorty, come here
Niggas see me, they be spooked, they heard I make shit disappear
I got on my Marni slippers, they ain't even comfortable, but they gear (gear)
Chuckyy don't dare follow trends, I set the trend, y'all see that clear (right or wrong)
Niggas hide behind security when they see us, niggas bitch (he a bitch)
'Posed to be the other way around, boy, you the grown man, I'm the kid (no bap)
Prime example, stop that bappin' rappin', need to go work at Lids
We get active, really, we get active, left shit on cement
2025 McLaren, my first time drivin' it, this bitch kind of quick (swear we lit)
I don't fuck with Miami, it's hardly rainin', that's some toxic shit (toxic shit)
Pour up lean when I feel sick, don't like Pav, don't fuck with Quagen
Chuckyy only fuck with Tris, off a triple, high as shit
Know my cup filled to the brim, Fox BD, pass me Jolly Ranch
My outfit cost Cali rent (damn), and my cup cost a phone bill (no bap)
Every time these niggas woofin', we hit blocks and leave shit spilled (a mess)
We don't need pills to go kill (no bap), we suit up, do this for real (no bap)
We done gave out plenty spankings, started rap so I could chill (on pills again, on pills again)
But shit go on, be for real, they still wanna lie to me still (no bap)
Foenem grave, foenem grave
Foenem grave, man, never gon' have it, nigga
Foenem grave