FOOLZ

Hasta yo mismo lo tenia Pero eso tu sabe que ya A uno no le da' eso dos veces Aveces que uno tose y vaina Pero tu sabe' que dime Eso es vainita Wey, wey, wey loco Quitame esa mierda Mejor pon esta psicopatada Somos tarjetero' Atrás de dinero Me busco lo Money Me buscan lo cuero Tú eres chota Un traicionero Tamo en un Lambo Rompiendo millero Pásate pa' hacerte pal de agujero Con la ñoña yo te hago un tercero Mi hijo lo cojen si es que yo muero La droga la llevó como un cartero Me busco lo money (eyy) Siempre me cojo a tu shorty (eyy) Tus rimas son toa' funny Y que Rapeas flow Boli (eyy) Yo no soy un comediante (eyy) Yo rapeo como un Maliante (eyy) Yo soy un adulto Y tu un infante (eyy, eyyy) Yo no soy de quedar quieto Si se pasan pisa las dejo Tengo una franco color yeso Mis balas te dejan siempre tieso I don’t got guns I got hands You be making dollars I’m making bands I got the idea I’m making plans I’m out with the squad Nah these ain’t no clans I'm coming outside and I got 2 weapons And they just both made out of skin He tell me he wanna scrap so I just tell him get ready to see who gonna win She asking me if I make money I give her the answer it’s yea, yea, yea, yea, yea I’m making moves but I ain’t a dancer yea, yea, yea, yea You don’t want no problem Last guy keep on talking I got em He wanna get free Not getting away from me He wanna talk but don’t wanna act He not gonna fight I know for a fact He don’t got no money already knew that Trynna get to the front sending him to the back I ain’t playing games tho I gotta ball but my name ain’t James though Don’t got enemies but I gotta take names though Pull up to the court but I ain’t making claims though Don’t got any ice but I gotta making flames though I got friends, it depends, where it ends I don’t got no problem Gotta cleanse off the lends Clear visions I can’t live without em I got 5s I got 10s I got bens My pockets can’t doubt em Getting the hundreds I count em Fans pulling up I discount em You pulling up on me? I’m pulling up on you What u gonna do? I don’t got guns I got hands You be making dollars I’m making bands I got the idea I’m making plans I’m out with the squad Nah these ain’t no clans I'm coming outside and I got 2 weapons And they just both made out of skin He tell me he wanna scrap so I just tell him get ready to see who gonna win She asking me if I make money I give her the answer it’s yea, yea, yea, yea, yea I’m making moves but I ain’t a dancer yea, yea, yea, yea