Foolish lyrics

[Intro: Cardo]
Aww sh*t, once again, it’s him
That n*gga with the snakeskin on a $400 brim
Ice water motherf*ckin' slim God dammit (damn)
You feel me I’m here to kick some free game to you lames
You dig what I’m saying (I dig)
I got cool, two gangsta n*ggas with me, you feel me (Say word)
This n*gga from the westside of Bompton
You know, he go by Jay Worthy (Aww I know that n*gga, I like that sh*t)
You feel me
This n*gga from Broadway (Who?)
G Perico (That’s my n*gga)
Fly crippin n*gga you feel me (Cuh rip)
Like I said you know blue and red make green
If you know what I mean (Aww, I feel that, I feel that)
You got broke n*ggas around you
You on the wrong team (You damn right)

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
This is for the homies on the [?]
Selling Green Dots and PayPal cards
And this is for my b*tches that just love the hoes
Set her out on town, she gonna get that dough
And this is for my n*ggas who be burnt out
Duckin’ warrents and sh*t, living at granny’s house
But me I’m living good up, I'm at Sandy’s house
Bunch of hood sh*t, smoking weed on the couch
Hit my n*gga Joe Fuller, yeah that’s 40oz
I call him 40 zips, now make that sh*t bounce
And this for my n*gga with the Jheri Curl
Turn your C’s up ‘cuz this a gangsta world
But n*gga I’m from Bompton, turn your P’s up
[?]
Me and Cardo making plays like we cliqued up
To make your trunk slap, so keep your b*tch tucked
[Hook: Jay Worthy]
These b*tches be choosin’, choosin’ (They trying to choose on a P n*gga)
These b*tches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me n*gga)
My n*ggas be woopin’, woopin’ (You know I f*ck with them P’s n*gga)
My n*ggas be movin’, movin’ (You know I f*ck with them G’s n*gga)

[Verse 2: G Perico]
These hoes choosin’, no drugs, prostitution
I ain’t losing gangsta pimp sh*t I'm movin’
[?] send a b*tch to Pittsburgh
Its 100 degrees we on the block in pimp furs
And we come from this crip sh*t
Third letter out the moon of the AMG Benz
I’m tryin to hang with your friends
And I can tell them b*tches all choosin’
Cuz when they see my hair, all them hoes went “Ohh, him”
We gonna bring them back and send em
If that Hennessy blowing I might bend em
Ain’t no sense in pretending
We gettin plane tickets,get you away from all these lame b*tches
So way out first rule, no lame n*ggas
South Dallas, South Beach, South Central
We f*cking up the streets
Over here n*ggas all about the money
All these bum b*tches funny
[Hook: Jay Worthy]
These b*tches be choosin’, choosin’ (They trying to choose on a P n*gga)
These b*tches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me n*gga)
My n*ggas be woopin’, woopin’ (You know I f*ck with them P’s n*gga)
My n*ggas be movin’, movin’ (You know I f*ck with them G’s n*gga)