Dis Is Foolery

This is foolery This is foolery This is foolery This is foolery This is foolery Niggas be wildin’, who is you to me? Uh This is foolery Bitches be wildin’, what is you to me? Uh You ain’t my bitch, you better back up You ain’t my homie, so don’t act up I’m tryna pull up in a black truck It’s too much money, get your stacks up I ain’t gon’ front, I got scars that you can’t see Just keep it humble, ‘cause these demons still around Know how how that be God be watchin’ but I’ma still do me Get that bread, smoke some weed, hit the stu like every week Do like 4 tracks in two hours, damn Breesh just let me breathe Bad treesh, she want speed Fendi, Prada, Louis V But I just wanna chill when I get better Lay back, find a ‘lil baddie in this weather I know way too many niggas gettin’ locked to catch my bad luck Believe me baby, trust and believe me baby Been upgraded past years, ain’t using that CD Baby Got my mind tucked on money, feel me, shit ain’t easy lately Really been doley my whole life, that’s funny Ain’t thought ‘bout Breesh, talk ‘bout Breesh, laugh with ‘Breesh Jokes on you, ‘cause I got cheese, so who you hurtin’ Never hurtin’ Flippin’ a bag in peace Your own bread not a split with your mans Like true say, that’s like a dick in your hand (Pause) ‘Cause you ain’t earn it, that’s a piece of his hand Rather eat with myself, ‘cause they don’t know how to act nowadays Your own mans would put a hole in your back and f*ck up your brain ‘cause he want his way But I feel him But before he feel me, I’ma peel ‘em Ain’t got time for the actin’ and bitching This is foolery Niggas be wildin’, who is you to me? Uh This is foolery Bitches be wildin’, what is you to me? Uh You ain’t my bitch, you better back up You ain’t my homie, so don’t act up I’m tryna pull up in a black truck It’s too much money, get your stacks up