Fool lyrics
by Izaya Tiji
[Intro]
I miss you Angel
[Chorus]
He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass
Even my lil cuz' could take yo' b*tch, It ain't that hard man
We pull up, 'boom boom boom boom' with them choppas like it's Taliban
We might just pop him out his sh*t, then wet his hoe, then wet his top man
Fly this b*tch out lil n*gga, I f*ck this hoe because she flawless
I do my money dance, 'dadada-dadadadada'
She don't really f*ck wit' me, she just want a lil' Prada bag
[Verse]
You want smoke with me lil' boy?, then come on, pull up, take a stab
I got locs, I think they can not wait to pull up, blow 'ya stache off
Give like 5k to my n*gga, he'll pull up, blow ya' ass off
And we gon' leave a n*gga wetter than a rainstorm
We leave him, 'wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet'
Yeah lil' stripper b*tch gon' suck me down, 'cause my pockets fat
And we down for whatever
Bullets hot, they gon' give lil boy a fever
'Way we get money, they thought it was a cheat code
Think I want to fly this b*tch out straight from Rio
Sippin' on Wock', no we ain't sippin' on no Tito's
Shooters, they hit you from ten feet, yeah, that's a free-throw
Hollow tips gon' chew ya' body like a Frito
It get cold out there, you gotta turn ya' heat on
When I'm off that Percocet baby, 'leave me 'lone
And I want all these drugs and these diamonds, just like a god damn fool
I still got shooters, got shooters, they in the field
This sh*t get hectic lil boy, It's crazy 'cause they fight for real
We gettin' rich, we do what we want, don't give a f*ck bout mass appeal
I hit up my n*gga, say I'm on the way, he say he gon' crack a lil seal
You know my n*gga go crazy as f*ck, I give him 5k you get killed
Off of that lean I get lazy as f*ck, lazy as f*ck, for real
n*gga I ain't signing sh*t, I need M's for a deal
I like finer sh*t, expensive sh*t, It's how I live
[Chorus]
He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass
Even my lil cuz' could take yo' b*tch, It ain't that hard man
We pull up, 'boom boom boom boom' with them choppas like it's Taliban
We might just pop him out his sh*t, then wet his hoe, then wet his top man
Fly this b*tch out lil n*gga, I f*ck this hoe because she flawless
I do my money dance, 'dadada-dadadadada'
She don't really f*ck wit' me, she just want a lil' Prada bag, out
Brand new Prada bag