Foolish lyrics

[Intro: Cardo & Jay Worthy]
Aw sh*t, once again, it's him (What's that n*gga name?)
n*gga with the snakeskin on a four hundred dollar brim
Ice water motherf*ckin' slim God dammit (Damn)
You feel me?
I'm here to kick some free game to you lames (Aw sh*t)
You dig what I'm saying? (I can dig it)
I got cool, two gangsta n*ggas with me, you feel me? (Say word)
This n*gga from the Westside of Bompton (What's that n*gga name?)
You know, he go by the name Jay Worthy (Oh, I know that n*gga, I like his sh*t)
You feel me? (Hell yeah)
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, that make green if you know what I mean (Oh, I feel that, I feel that)
You got some broke n*ggas around you, you on the wrong team (You damn right)
What's hannin'?

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
This is for the homies on the 4 yard
Selling Green Dots and PayPal cards (This sh*t's for real)
And this is for my b*tches that just love to hoe
And send her out of town and she gone get that dough (Get that f*ckin' money)
And this is for my n*ggas who be burnt out
Duckin' warrants and sh*t, livin' at granny house (Livin' brazy)
But me I'm livin' good, I'm up in Sandy house
Bunch of hood sh*t, smokin' 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 (Bounce)
And this for my n*gga with the Jheri curl
Chunkin' C's up 'cuz this a gangsta world (G)
But n*gga I'm from Bompton, chunkin' P's up
[?] street, blood
Me and Cardo making plays like we cliqued up
To make your trunk slap, so keep your b*tch tucked, aye
[Chorus: Jay Worthy & G Perico]
These b*tches be choosin', choosin' (They tryna choose on a P, n*gga)
These b*tches be foolish, foolish (They all runnin' to me, n*gga)
My n*ggas be whoopin', whoopin' (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)
(Yeah, G, look)

[Verse 2: G Perico]
These hoes choosin', no drugs, prostitution
I ain't losin', gangsta pimp sh*t I'm movin’
[?] send a b*tch to Pittsburgh
It's a hundred 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 tryna hang with your friends
And I can tell them b*tches all choosin'
Cuz when they seen my hair, all them hoes went, "Ooh, him"
We gone bring 'em back and send 'em
If that Hennessy flowin' I might bend 'em
Ain't no sense in pretendin'
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*ckin' up the streets
Over here n*ggas all about the money
All these bum b*tches funny (G)
[Chorus: Jay Worthy]
These b*tches be choosin', choosin' (They tryna choose on a P, n*gga)
These b*tches be foolish, foolish (They all runnin' to me, n*gga)
My n*ggas be whoopin', whoopin' (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)