Lyrics of Ambition By Fivio Foreign

Fivio Foreign – Ambition Lyrics

Ambition (Ayy)

They gon’ love me for my ambition (Lil’ b—-, ayy), oh (Bow)

For that ambition (You know the vibes)

They owe somethin’, this is a Melo beat (Give it to him, lil’ b—-), know the vibes

Traphouse Mob (Henny, Perc’, lil’ b—-)

You can have the vibe, you know what I’m sayin’? (Dope)

And look me and my eyes too, though, make me take note (Bow, gangstas in the spot, Fivi)

Okay, yeah (Baddies, ayy)

They gon’ love me for my ambition (Ayy), man, listen (Man, listen)

Did a show and had the fiends trippin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Open the door and let my man get in (Bow)

They started this, but they always wanna go play the damn victim (Ayy)

We seen him, I hope his man with him (Hope his man with him)

Uh, you a thot if you gon’ stand with ’em (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

It’s Fivio Foreign, I ain’t even scared of nann, n—- (Nah, nah, nah)

Ain’t no fear in him (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

You say it’s smoke, just know we airin’ s— (Nah)

Bodies droppin’, youngins reckless, they don’t care and s— (Grr, grr)

Growin’ up was skippin’ school, avoid my parents and (Nah)

Always drippy ’cause we cared about appearances (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

VVS’s on my body, you can stare at s— (Ayy)

See me ridin’ in that foreign, that McLaren s— (Skrrt)

Lately ain’t nobody try, but I been darin’ s— (Baow)

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For some stupid n—- try, just know I’m flarin’ s— (Look, ayy, baow)

Pay attention it’s demons (Demons), shooter with me fiendin’

Let me chill (Baow, baow), you gon’ know when you see him, lil’ b—- (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Tito pipe drivin’, it was speedin’ (Skrrt)

All these Percocets, static Fivi, you’re a demon (You’re a demon)

Sippin’ on this Wock, got me leanin’ (Got me leanin’)

F— a thot, got her creamin’ (Got her creamin’)

Then I told her gimme mop, gave her s—- (S—-)

She gon’ do the whole gang like a demon (Demon)

All my n—– shotta and we with that (And we with that)

Lotta violence homie, we don’t do the chit-chat (Ayy, ayy)

I got my forty cal. on me, it push your wig back (Grr, baow, baow)

F— around, the bodies dropping, that’s the big facts (Look, ayy, look, look)

Shooter find the target, he don’t miss that (He don’t miss that)

Glock forty, rubber grip, two-tone, mix and match (Ayy, ayy)

The b—— wanna leave ’cause your s— wack (S— wack)

She always askin’, “Where the Lyft at?” (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I know how she like it, I’m a psychic (I’m a psychic, uh)

She like, “Fivi you so excitin’” (She like, “Fivi you so excitin’” ayy, ayy)

Every time he saw me, he was frightened (Ayy)

I’m a demon and a viking (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, baow)

Yeah, I’m highspeed (Highspeed)

Really menace, it get filthy, don’t you test me (Test me)

F— that cappin’ in your song, it don’t impress me (Don’t impress me)

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I be really in the field, they tryna ‘rest me (Arrest me)

It’s my season, it’s the best me (Best me)

Ridin’ dirty, scared no police, they can’t catch me (Catch me)

Rollie righty, AP leftie (Baow)

Diamonds drippin’ on my body, they can’t wet me (Baow, baow)

No security, I’m movin’, they respect me (Ayy)

Catch a bullet, the first n—- try to deck me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Uh, these n—– nothin’ but clowns, ayy

Bow, know the vibes lil’ b—-

F— around, get in tune

Ayy, Fivio Foreign


Ayy, ayy, yeah