fuck that - foolio lyrics
[intro]
everybody demons ’til it’s time to go to h-ll
these n-ggas cliquing up
i herad the whole city lookin’ for me, the whole city want my -ss
boy i swear to god, i got iron though
these n-ggas d-ck riding
don’t get pregnant, all that d-ckriding boy
boy that glock on me
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[chorus]
just left out south with a hundred missed calls
everybody mad like why y’all beat lil pop at the mall?
i’m like f-ck that, he know what it is
these n-ggas mad we up like five bodies in the field
put on my ski, call up p, i’m tryna shoot some threes
and ask white, i was his n-gga, why i took his beef
and on the other end i heard the whole city wanna murder me
i’ll drop my address, i’m on 1646 west 45th street
[verse]
name a f-ckin’ rapper in the city ever play with me
slidin’ back to back, we went toe but went three for three
f-ck that, you just a singer, call you pleasure p
f-ck that, i heard these n-ggas wanna murder me
no quando, tip just filled that chopper up
lil kenny hangin’ out that window
kojack screamin’ they can’t f-ck with us
i’m ttb ’cause we trained to bust
oh you a demon? well that chopper turned his whole team to angeldust
could’ve k!lled a rapper but lil ron f-cked the drill up
b-tch i’m out my body eatin’ mollies, i’m pilled up
but like a pedophile, these lil boys, they gon’ feel us
we terrorize the city, made that ace and poppa link up
n-gga had the nerve to say f-ck kendrick and f-ck them my brothers
i swear we blacked out, beat his -ss, it was a lil scuffle
go’n drop that bag on his head, ain’t talkin’ ’bout duffel
i’m antisocial, ain’t friendly, i’m feelin’ like f-ck ’em
i swear to god we in the streets for real
you better ask — how that glock-23 feel
and i’m doin’ this without a deal
he sold his soul for them rolls
swear to god i don’t know how that feel
[chorus]
just left out south with a hundred missed calls
everybody mad like why y’all beat lil pop at the mall?
i’m like f-ck that, he know what it is
these n-ggas mad we up like five bodies in the field
put on my ski, call up p, i’m tryna shoot some threes
and ask white, i was his n-gga, why i took his beef
and on the other end i heard the whole city wanna murder me
i’ll drop my address, i’m on 1646 west 45th street
[outro]
i ain’t gon’ even keep going, i could’ve keep going and put some ball up, but i’m like f-ck it
like bro, f-ck that, f-ck everything
all that cliquing up, i’m with the same n-ggas i been with
everybody demons ’til it’s time to go to h-ll, for real
i’m with the same n-ggas
i ain’t clique up yet bruh
everybody demons ’til it’s time to go to h-ll, you feel me?
i ain’t switch up yet bruh
everybody demons ’til it’s time to go to h-ll
everybody demons ’til it’s time to go to h-ll man, stand on that
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