Foolin Arine Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Amber London] Quick foolin' around, bitch Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga [Verse 1] Life ain't a game, got no time for the slacking I'ma here smokin' weed, sippin' a brew, and pistol-packin' Niggas talkin' that shit, but they don't know about the struggle How I'm sellin' shit for double, tryin' to stay up out of trouble I came up out the rubble, first they hate you, then they love you Tryin' to juggle love and hustle, gotta stay way up above you I don't trust you niggas, cause you stay up in a huddle Tryin' to plot, bitch, you hot and I'm not Is that really all you got, bitch? Man, that shit don't faze me Hazy and I'm lazy, flow so hot like they forgot AC Bitch, I'm not the one to be playin' around My gun hot like the sun And it's layin' you down So quit sayin' you down Cause you know you a fraud On my life, I swear to God Man, I know I go hard On my lifе, I swear to God Bitch, you know who in charge Splittin' guards and spittin' bars You can't say it ain't ours [Chorus: Amber London] Foolin' around, you'll get shot Foolin' around, you'll gеt caught Foolin' around, you'll get popped Bitch Foolin' around, it ain't no game Foolin' around, they'll put you to shame Foolin' around, you won't have a name Foolin' around, you'll be hot Foolin' around, next year you're get not' Foolin' around, you'll be on top And foolin' round, you just drop Foolin' around, it ain't no pain Foolin' around, it ain't no game Foolin' around, it ain't the same So foolin' around and go insane [Bridge: Amber London] Quick, foolin' around, bitch Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga Oh, oh, oh Don't be a fool Don't be a fool Don't be a fool [Verse 2: Jata Young] Look, boy, I'm 24/7 I'm by my tips 84. fear drop while I tip 99.9% time I see my niggas got killer my killers got clips I just hit my grill up as I look tall 'Cause that speaks bow when it all unfold Games to be sold that I gotta come cold They can buy and plant it up I already done go One roll one way no time to play Got the laws on alert, got crime to pay Cause words to express what I'm trying to say In the Glock 40 cause the Jada I ain't dying today Straight up, but you know South Seals for real Recognize most niggas ain't real for real Head cocked cause these niggas couldn't kill my will Man you know the flow sick, got me feeling ill Nigga boy we ain't fooling around, keep a tune in the pine Yeah we new edition cause we cooling the nine And we on them fours, boat it up on swing Ain't a bell that my knife don't ring Yeah, we kickin' back while the Ambers shine My nigga mind your business, cause I'm a hell of a mind Come and shop with us like we are in Rambler's line Droppin' top with springs, I'm watchin' Channel 9 Got a ring for life and whatever else is next I knew the beef was done soon as I smelled the plex I be the first to bust like it was self-assertion Come and drape and drift and come in Elvis fresh Click tight, we true, just gotta do it Just like we do, bitch, Nike shoe We gon' run that check, we gon' come in next That nigga scared, wonderin' who is we gon' come in next Foolin' around done We gon' run down here in your life We gon' turn your neck for a second And your wife be gone Niggas breakin' down pines So the lights stay on Come in marble on book And come in ice to tone [Verse 3: Amber London, Amber London & Jata Young] Foolin' around too long It's strong like weed out the bone Bad to the bone Can't do no wrong No love shown Bitch I put it in a song Halfway home But I'm bout to grab the chrome Comin' off the dome Cause you know I'm a pro Amblin the real I ain't never been a hoe When my ice gone chill I'll forever let it snow I can never let it show That's why I keep the tool It's like I teach a school Be cool motherfucker Don't be a fool [Bridge: Amber London] Bitch, Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga Nice [Outro: Amber London] Yeah, it's Amber London and my homie Lil' Jada Don't give no fucks about a hater Know what I'm sayin', bring you that real Southside That real gutta shit 275 This for my real G's, my hustlas on the block Tryna get it non-stop Steady tryna duck a cop, you know what I'm sayin' this for them All my niggas who ain't fools, who keep the tools, be cool like my niggas send me, huh Love for you, I got plenty for real