Foolish lyrics

[Verse]
You getting money n*gga, so what, put you on a Pro Club
n*ggas think they so tough, make a n*gga fold up
Come to get your hoe, she pulling on me like a tow truck
Body slam a n*gga on his helmet like I'm gold dust
Broke ass n*ggas acting rich, ain't got no luck
Tired of n*ggas faking in the club, ain't got no bucks
Why your homie got his tailed tucked, ain't got no nuts
n*ggas better ask about the Hank, blood he cho'ed up
Paper bag boys, rich n*ggas on some mobb sh*t
I ain't giving passes to them n*ggas on no opp sh*t
Stunting off the ropes, on these clowns, don't get drop kicked
Fill a n*gga hoe load up with this hot sh*t
Benz after Benz, Range Rover, and a Bimmer
n*ggas ain't my homies how they left me in the binner
Sending death threats 'cause your b*tch hold my wiener
Took this n*gga girlfriend the first time I seen her
But she won't get no money, so I let that n*gga keep her
Dirty ass hood rat, take her to the cleaners
She got a lot of ass man, a n*gga might squeeze her
Or run up on a crowd with this Carbon 15er
I think my mind gone man, I'm tripping off these percs
n*ggas talking crazy trying to put me on a shirt
I'll die and go to hell before I get worked
We don't tongue wrestle, we put suckers in the dirt
Give that boy a hearse, yeah we got to him first
f*ck a n*gga whole life up like he cursed
Mama tell me I'm a angel, I know I'm a j*rk
Glock with a switch, 'bout to let it go to work
In my city I'm the worst, everybody know that sh*t
Little mama say she pregnant, I don't even know that b*tch
Walking with your ass out, then baby show that sh*t
n*ggas tell me I'm the one, like I don't know that sh*t
Dreadlocks go, pockets bulging, do the math
Ima beat you up or let the homie shoot yo ass
Way I got up on him homie, couldn't do the dash
He had his nose in up in my bidness, so I blew it back
We don't give a f*ck about them n*ggas and they feelings
We just tryna stack another ticket to the ceiling
I'm a cold hearted thug, I'm like f*ck how n*ggas feeling
When I step up in the club, I'm the freshest in the building
I'm really on some other sh*t, they know that I'm a maniac
If I let your broke ass hold something, n*gga pay me back
I'm Mr. Walk Um Down, hit his crown with that baby MAC
Had to put the steel on his grill like a baby back