Fool

Lyrics
[Intro] I miss you Angel [Chorus] He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass Even my lil cuz' could take yo' bitch, 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 shit, then wet his hoe, then wet his top man Fly this bitch out lil nigga, I fuck this hoe because she flawless I do my money dance, 'dadada-dadadadada' She don't really fuck 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 nigga, he'll pull up, blow ya' ass off And we gon' leave a nigga wetter than a rainstorm We leave him, 'wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet' Yeah lil' stripper bitch 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 bitch 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 shit get hectic lil boy, It's crazy 'cause they fight for real We gettin' rich, we do what we want, don't give a fuck bout mass appeal I hit up my nigga, say I'm on the way, he say he gon' crack a lil seal You know my nigga go crazy as fuck, I give him 5k you get killed Off of that lean I get lazy as fuck, lazy as fuck, for real Nigga I ain't signing shit, I need M's for a deal I like finer shit, expensive shit, It's how I live [Chorus] He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass Even my lil cuz' could take yo' bitch, 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 shit, then wet his hoe, then wet his top man Fly this bitch out lil nigga, I fuck this hoe because she flawless I do my money dance, 'dadada-dadadadada' She don't really fuck wit' me, she just want a lil' Prada bag, out Brand new Prada bag
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Credits
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- Izaya Tiji