Foolery lyrics

[Intro]
Hah
Man, how you think I got here?
I ain't even finish my pushups
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Dirty pistol in my whip, who I'ma shoot today with it?
Finna drop some mozzy on the Nookie chain, n*gga
I don't give her nothin', you should do the same
She let me hit, then let you lick all on her pootie tang
Ask me how I got my shot, I used to hoop with Bang
I hit him from the range, I ain't like the set he bang
I named my glizzy Steady Hand just 'cause they look the same (Facts)
Spent so much on this Versace, could've bought a chain (Huh?)
I got ex-b*tches lurkin' on my page, can't get through to me
If you ain't tryna strip or bust a date then you a fool to me
I don't leave the crib without my yeeky or my jewelry (No)
You talkin' on them phones about a case, I call it foolery
I just got a pick, I had to run it back
I don't run from n*ggas, I just run off with a n*gga's sack
Talkin' out your neck behind my back, that's gon' get him whacked
I don't even like the gun, I just like the way it slap
Baby, I got c*mstains on this black tee, hope she don't see
Only child, so I don't need no company to come for me
I got b*tches in the lobby, you don't gotta f*ck with me
She wasn't tryna eat the di*k, so I laid down and went to sleep (Snorin')
By the time that I awake, I hope you get the hint to leave
I can't tell her that I know, but she just let the homie hit
After hours goin' stupid, it get dark, we 'bout to bend
I'm a killer in the flesh, I'll leave you wet without the dream, uh (Uh-huh)
Ayy, pull-up game like Dirk Nowitzki (Hah)
Never had a job, but like I do, you better tip me
Slidin' through my section once again, you better hit me
I just caught an opp lackin', oh my God, somebody pinch me
You be hatin' when your b*tch be on my di*k, you wanna beat her
You know if she had the chance, she'll lick the bottom of my sneakers
sh*t, I'd lick them hoes too, they Balenci' anyway
Hit the streets and do the suckers like I did 'em yesterday
We gon' hit a n*gga block like a dump truck
Super Mario, I hit his head, he give me 1-up
Icy in this b*tch, sh*t, I be shining 'fore the sun up (Ayy)
If you pull a thing on me, then you gon' die before the gun up
Hella n*ggas wanna kill me, I be laughin' at that sh*t (b*tch)
40 on my waist, you know I'm accurate from the hip
Bet I make her c*m 'cause I be accurate with the di*k
He don't bang up in the county 'cause he actually a b*tch, hah
[Outro]
Hah, hah, hey