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Foolio
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Foolio
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We the ones that really drillin'
Freddy got killed for attin' Bibby in his mentions
Poppa, you a bitch, we beat yo' ass, made you a victim
Made you clique up with that singer, hope you know he dyin' with you
Chi-Chi's 40 years old, had 'em runnin' like a teen
Fuck 1200, 2nd, 5, and Melvin Street
Fuck 00, 26th, the whole Backstreet
12 killed my lil' brother, so it's fuck the police (it's Venzo, nigga)
When we slide, ain't shit safe, fuck your momma and them children
Plug keep throwing us turkeys, man I think his ass a pilgrim
Momma told me "Jit my cousin," Mom, I still gotta kill 'em (fact)
Hit the news smilin', bitch, I'm vibin', share my picture
If you rollin' with the opps, you get cropped out that picture
Every time somebody die, they say Foolio done did it
I was really 14 shootin' up the city
I was 15 when I got shot with that glizzy
Somebody call the vet, my dawg hang with rats
Somebody help Scotty, my fellas took his snacks
Gettin' extorted, can't touch a tray, they come through the flat
And I don't care who got them racks, boy, I got them racks
Drop some guap on yo' top, now yo' ass a pack
Cojack, he like Ray Lewis, 'cause he just want a sack
He makin' diss songs but wrote a statement on Crackajack
Rose just took Twin's Glock, nigga and that's facts
Whodie hit the light, turn right, they on Jessie Street
Hit the cut by First, we got a runner, I think I see Lil Leeke
He runnin', my lil' youngin got to gunnin' with that .223
Then take a trip to the yellow store, I need some grabba leaf
I'm tryna knock yo' clique off, 6Block we in the playoffs
Ain't worried bout Twin 'cause I'm tryna catch his big dawg
Keeme, boy, yo' daddy's the police, stop callin' my phone
Reddot, he told on Moody, boy, y'all dead wrong
Catch one in public and I'm on their ass
You can't run from this shit, I'ma fuckin' spazz
All the opps fuckin' scared 'cause I gotta bag
I don't wanna fuck that bitch cus her pussy bad
I heard it's 50 on my head, nigga double that
Send them boys my way and they ain't comin' back
I heard it's 50 on my head, nigga double that
You niggas hidin', boy, double that
I'm in the city for real, nigga, double that
I heard it's 50, nigga, double that
I heard it's 50 on my, nigga, double that
Ay, ay, make it a hunnid (got my gilzzy-glizzy)
Make it two hunnid (double that)
Big don dada
Writer(s): Foolio
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