Foolery Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go
Go, go, let’s go, let’s go
Go, go (You know), let’s go (You know)
Ha, go, go, go

[Verse]
I’m in this bitch (I’m in this bitch)
I like the way that she throw her ass in here (Like the throw she throw that ass, baby)
Pussy print, it’s so ill by the way she jiggle (By the way she jiggle)
I don’t like you, I just like the way your booty sit (I like how your booty sit)
Everybody know I be with the foolery (I be with the foolery)
All this shit they talking ’bout never been new to me (It’s never been new to me)
I jumped in the industry already ready
Foenem still in Cali’, he aim for the fetty (Wetty)
Get her pussy wetty (Ayy, Cartoon, you got another one)
I need my bitch to look like Meagan Good, yes
Girl, I adore you, but I feel like I ain’t for you (Like I ain’t for you)
Dreads hangin’ off my head, I go Super Saiyan, no Goku (I go Super Saiyan, no Goku)
That four-fifth sound like 808’s, don’t you hear the Pro Tools?
How can I be loyal to you when I break happy homes?
I know you a dog, baby, just want you to bone
Whatever float your boat, baby, I just wanted you to know
And even when I was late, baby, I dropped sauce in the Benz, you know (You know)
He took a whole three grams out your O (Out your O)
Who the fuck is Jim K? I don’t know (I don’t know, pussy)
Pick ’em up, now your mans on the floor
I smoke (I smoke), fin-fin by the four
Everybody screamin’ war, now kid gotta go (Go)
Let me show you how to drill, let me show you to scope
Don’t come around here tryna rock this gold (Tryna rock this gold)
What you think, this a joke? (I ain’t jokin’)
Murder is all I know (All I know)
Screamin’ out, “Murder, she wrote” (Lord)
He losing faith, he losing hope (He losing hope)
That Drac’, he let it go (Go)
Go (Go)
Every time the fuck nigga send a hit (Go)
Somebody done get wet (Done get wet)
Told y’all, I can’t fuck with Mookie (Go)
And, yeah, I stand on that (Stand on that)
I heard some bodies dropped (Heard some bodies dropped)
I wonder who did that?
Oh, that was y’all lil’ bangin’ ass? (Go)
Too smooth, bro did the dash
We ain’t goin’ out like they singin’ ass (They singin’ ass, no)
Y’all cops can kiss my ass (Go)
Interrogation me for what? (Ha-ha)
I don’t know who’d do that (Let’s go)
I don’t got shit to prove (Got shit to prove)
I got shit to lose (I got shit to lose, y’all)
I hang around loose screws (I hang around loose screws)
They all put something on the news
He claiming, got you fooled (Got you fooled)
Bye-bye, that mean blues (Go)

[Outro]
Ha-ha
Bye-bye (That mean blues)
Boom