Dp Beats - Fool Ya lyrics

[Produced by DP Beats] [Intro: Chief Keef] Aye, aye, aye, aye Bang Bang Bang! Doh, doh doh doh Skert, skert, skert (DP on the beat) Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my... [Hook: Chief Keef] I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets That's a box of bullets Shoot 'em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my beamer I'm a fooler Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Did I fool ya? [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya Fool your b**h, I pull up in that f**ing Hummer Hummer H2 b**h, nah this ain't no scooter It go faster than a Harley Someone please pa** me the damn Marley Even though I don't smoke with nobody I don't need no bodyguard I got my body Got my Tommy Shoot this sh** right up at your tummy Now you're looking like a zombie Trying to get help but you couldn't find it My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli 'Member when I used to eat ravioli? Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony Anything she want, you know I'm on it That money I be on it I ain't got no business sitting on it I just got some business with getting money You ain't talking money, that sh** phony [Hook] I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets That's a box of bullets Shoot 'em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my beamer I'm a fooler Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Did I fool ya? [Verse 2: Chief Keef] So we're coolin' in my mansion Holding your b**h for randsom How much you got to get her back fam She ain't worth sh** so I hope you got a bounty Boy I heard your belt Versace I got 50 times Versace in my pocket Money be my logic So you know I'm all about it