Foolin’ Around

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, Jerm Banger, aha [Chorus] Rise and grind, tryna get this money right (What?) 'Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around (Yessir) Rise and grind, tryna get this money right 'Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around (Aight, check it, look) [Verse 1] I'm just foolin' around, comin' new with the sound (Uh-huh) I give you music that pounds, start movin' the ground I'm a wildfire, y'all just burnin' slow Got that Midas touch with it, how it turn to gold (Aha) You gotta earn your own chips, never lose focus Bang it 'til your ears goin' deaf like Mos is (Like Mos is) I'm on vibrate, buzzin' all crazy Haters gettin' mad 'cause I'm fuckin' all they ladies (Aha) I stay skeed, smoke until I can't see (Can't see) Takin' pictures with a hater like, "Say cheese" Yeah, I'm kinda young, weavin' where the vinyl's spun But no practice here, so call me Iverson But I'ma be ready when the finals come Said I'ma be ready when my time'll come (Okay) Gimme brain, get inside they mind Go to sleep, wake up, now it's rise and grind (Oh, oh) Ayo Jerm, tryna tell 'em, man (Go 'head) Let's get it (What?) [Chorus] Rise and grind, tryna get this money right 'Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around Rise and grind, tryna get this money right 'Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around (Aight, look, haha) [Verse 2] Look when I come around and spit that flow (Uh-huh) Three in a row, no Tic-tac-toe Hit that Dro, get so blowed Hold up, let's spit that slow, ooh, I'm high, screwed and chopped Y'all hatin', you gon' stop, I'm comin' to your block Still hear my music knock (Aha) Gon' take this to the top, I want the top spot (What?) Spittin' them pop rocks (Uh-huh), the human talk box I'm top notch and you ain't got a fan yet Watch me blow they minds with some bars, call me Xanax I ain't even goin' hard, told you my flow is sharp And when the Dro is sparked, sittin' back, Rosa Parks Don't call me lazy, I ain't just some bum kid But I can bust wigs with every single drum kick I like to joke a lot, hungry, but broke I'm not My moms is walkin' in the room like, "Are you smokin' pot?" Blow the smoke out like, "Yes, I am" So can I mothafuckin' kick this? (Yes, you can) [Chorus] Rise and grind, tryna get this money right 'Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around Rise and grind, tryna get this money right 'Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around