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Who You Foolin'
UnoTheActivist
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Yeah, yeah (dig)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah-yeah)
You know
Just sayin' how I feel
Everything off the top, you know
Uno, I killed it
I went on top for them bands
She went downtown with no hands
I will not fold on my mans
Wake up, I thank God again
What you kill wit'? I kill wit' a gat
I'ma kill 'em in these Balmain pants
Kill 'em every time I get a chance
Run it up and take over the land
I know what you gon' do for the ho
I know what she gon' do for the blow
Throw the ones and they hittin' the floor
Hit the split and she hittin' the floor
And I told you, "No cameras," lil' bitch
'Cause they'll sell all this drip, get exposed, ayy
Got beauty pageant winnin' hoes
Hop out the drop top, Comme des Garรงons
All of my bitches are friendly, all my hoes tend to get along
Here, baby, count up the Benjis, all night until the morn
Putting her lips on my neck and she tell me she like the smell of my cologne
Bitch, who you foolin', you a dog, I'm a dog, baby, let's bone
I say to Uzi, "Why these damn hoes put they toes in jacuzzis?"
She like me, so I'm not finessing no coochie
My diamonds, they cold, I'm sick like Lil Tunechi
Oops, I mean Weezy, I need some fluid
I found my way out them chains in that dungeon
Now all my Backwoods is stuffed wit' a onion
Grandma, I'm sorry, I don't want no comments
But you know them days is not always sunny
Mama, I promise I'm gonna be something
I just got' run up this mothafuckin' money
Run up these rackaids, these digits, these commas
I'll put a price on your head, you want drama?
I'm rockin' Presidential 41s
But my lil' brother just had him a son
Always say to me, don't trip 'bout that money
We come out the forest like motherfuckin' runners
I trap for fun, you short on funds, my pockets Big Pun
I pull up with shooters and choppas, you walkin', you dying, don't know how to run
I sold my chain and then stick to the sun
I get home base with your bitch, Barry Bonds
She got a curfew, she be home at one
I just might plug your nephew, I'm on tree by the ton
And I'm rocking Versace, big poppa
These pussy-ass niggas ain't totin' no choppas
You ever play with me then I gotta pop ya
Presidential 41, it's a show stopper
Lil' bitch say that she wanna cha-cha
She hop on my lap, make me feel on them ta-tas
Start shaking that ass just like it's a maraca
If I call up my shooter then he on the I-5
Who let the dogs out? I'm the Baha
I'm all about action, I don't do the rah-rah
I'm a legend they watchin' me just like I'm Rock
Drop the camera, gon' pull up to your car
Think that a ho got more shots than LaVar
The stick got more shots than Kawhi
Stop all the hate 'cause that shit don't get far
I send that dog to Detroit like Bizarre
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