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wwe - foolio lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
just got that call (prodbyag), they shot up my dawg, i’m pulling up, there was no question
i’m tryna get even, b*tch i’m a demon, tryna send you straight to heaven (rrrah)
step on a opp in guiseppe (guiseppes)
got murder on my mind like melly (melly)
big bro keep his gun fresh outta prison, he thinking a convicted felon (facts)
stunt just beat up his celly (d*mn)
i heard “what’s his name?” telling (d*mn)
got fee in a jam like jelly
cho solid, i know he ain’t telling (free cho)
boy in this life we sinning, i pray we make it to heaven (on gang)
some of my brothers they jealous (urg)
one call will erase where he steppin’ (rrrah)
how you say you real, but fake? (fake)
why you k!lled your dawgs, a snake? (slatt)
how your brothers got k!lled ’bout you and your scary ass flew out the state? (scary ass)
lotta n*ggas got got dropped by eight (by eight)
heart broke they k!lled tk (tk)
if you ain’t getting money for the gang, slidin’ or trappin’, then you in the way (you in the way)
sh*t creepy, ion got no circle (i don’t)
i’m patient just like a turtle (turtle)
jb got convicted for murder, the police is opps, we working (we working)
drilling, that was my hobby (hobby)
we could go body for body (body)
we could go choppa for choppa (chop)
face shot, won’t see no doctor (rrrah)
i got my glock in my left hand, i got my purse on the right (purse on the right)
b*tch i’m a drilla, b*tch ima k!ller, b*tch i’m a thief in the night (thief in the night)
like shh get shot off your bike (like shh)
perc 10, got me high as a kite (10)
i stay with my strap like a dyk* (a dyk*)
a shooter, i’m not tryna fight (i’m not,,, ha)
[chorus]
i swear to god i wish a opp would try me
wwe, war with everybody (everybody)
we don’t do no talking
we just tryna catch bodies (tryna catch a body), we just tryna catch bodies (tryna catch bodies)
wwe, war with everybody (with everybody)
days off, i wish a opp would try me (opp would try me,,, ha,,, six)
i swear we catching bodies
wwe, war with everybody (with everybody)

[verse 2]
b*tch i ball like the lakers (lakers)
florida boy, b*tch i’m a gator (i’m a gator)
i swear ima k!ll all my haters (rrrah)
i stay in the field like the raiders (the raiders)
i’m suited and booted, i’m roxas
posted up on the 6 with my glocky
twenty bands in my left pocket (d*mn)
medusa, she stay on my body (versace)
i’m tryna hit for a big bag, then bring it home to the team (to the team)
i’m finally on tour, i swear to god, bruh this sh*t is a dream (a dream)
f*ck all the opps, sippin’ on wok, lil bro trippin’ off lean (off lean)
play crazy, we shoot up the scene (rrrah)
big 6 from the bricks, ima king (i’m the king n*gga,,, ha,,, gang)

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