Ft. Foolie Faime
(Intro)
Yes, Lawd, ya heard me, Foolie, ya heard me
Mula, ya heard me
(Hook)
b**h, I'm the man, you gotta give me credit
You do when I'm in that p**y, I'm so energetic
b**h, you got me workin' like a diabetic
Damn, rich n***a, b**h, I got good credit
I promise, if you bad as f**, we can have my weddin'
I'm runnin' through that p**y like Jerome Bettis
Chop, shoot him in his head, f** a headache
f** it
(Verse)
We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast
Yummy, I'm from the hood, that's Cliffside, that's Wheeler St.
And if you want meet, you can meet me there
I swear I won't take defeat
I shoot you in the head, first shooter undefeated
My n***as with me, we comin' deep, put his head in ?
Goddamn, fully jet got a limp, I came from a Trans Am (I did)
My b**h had a tangerine (she did)
They know who I am (they do)
I smoke kush by the gram, I always be outta town (I do)
I swear to God I hold it down
My n***as got them birds, they ship it through the Greyhound
I'm ballin' on you f**in' n***as
Yo boyfriend outta bounce
I pa** bad b**h around, I smoke fruity by the pound
And where all my haters? I swear I can't hear a sound
No, b**h, f** it!
(Hook)
We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast (we do)
Shoot him in his head, f** a headache (f** yo n***a)
b**h, you got me workin' like a diabetic
But you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (damn)
b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
Let them young mula take you off em ledgings
I'mma run through that p**y like Jerome Bettis (run it)
(Verse 2: Foolie Faime)
50 audash I'm runnin' this sh**
Gun on my hip, pots k**in' these b**h
I'm 911 while cuffin' this b**h
I' k** errbody choppa choppa this b**h
Heard out the chef is the chef, but who gives a sh**?
I k** you and yo b**h, run this shovel in yo b**h
Yeah we murderers, all you other n***as is scared of us
Nervousness, break your balls in all different areas
Soft, asparagus, oh see how dirt it is
You n***as ain't got bars like we phone carriers
Spreadhead, get it? And from Ubongo biggidy biggidy
This that camera real pay for you n***a, ain't gettin' neat
You betta leave fold, ribiddy ribiddy the show, I'm embeddin' this
(Hook)
We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast (we do)
Shoot him in his head, f** a headache (f** yo n***a)
b**h, you got me workin' like a diabetic
But you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (damn)
b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
b**h, you bad as f**, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
Let them young mula take you off em ledgings
I'mma run through that p**y like Jerome Bettis (run it)