F.O.O.L.
I used to play my songs when I was walking
Way before that money we was talking
Now I done ran it up and now I'm saucing
Niggas tried to steal the wave and they lost it
I done ran up from the grams yeah
Got you falling outta love with yo man yeah
Typa shit that I don't understand yeah
Gotta keep a whole different plan yeah
I can't believe I let these bitches even get to me
If I make it out my city I'll make history
Only keep a couple niggas when I play the streets
If that package come with 30 we get 10 a piece
And I be thinking bout them times I guess I'm reminiscing
And I was running to that money I was never distant
I can tell you bout them days when we was in the kitchen
I would call you on the FaceTime but it's steady glitching
I can tell you bout the days when I was in the trap
Wasn't worried bout no grades cuz we was selling crack (Yeah)
Really move them thangs we get into that
Please don't say my name when we on the jack
Really caught a wave we forever slap (Yeah)
Don't know where I'd be if I ain't never rap (Yeah)
Niggas wanna beef we forever clap
See you tucking on yo chain cuz it's gettin snatched
I used to play my songs when I was walking
Way before that money we was talking
Now I done ran it up and now I'm saucing
Niggas tried to steal the wave and they lost it
I done ran up from the grams yeah
Got you falling outta love with yo man yeah
Typa shit that I don't understand yeah
Gotta keep a whole different plan yeah
Way before that money we was talking
Now I done ran it up and now I'm saucing
Niggas tried to steal the wave and they lost it
I done ran up from the grams yeah
Got you falling outta love with yo man yeah
Typa shit that I don't understand yeah
Gotta keep a whole different plan yeah
I can't believe I let these bitches even get to me
If I make it out my city I'll make history
Only keep a couple niggas when I play the streets
If that package come with 30 we get 10 a piece
And I be thinking bout them times I guess I'm reminiscing
And I was running to that money I was never distant
I can tell you bout them days when we was in the kitchen
I would call you on the FaceTime but it's steady glitching
I can tell you bout the days when I was in the trap
Wasn't worried bout no grades cuz we was selling crack (Yeah)
Really move them thangs we get into that
Please don't say my name when we on the jack
Really caught a wave we forever slap (Yeah)
Don't know where I'd be if I ain't never rap (Yeah)
Niggas wanna beef we forever clap
See you tucking on yo chain cuz it's gettin snatched
I used to play my songs when I was walking
Way before that money we was talking
Now I done ran it up and now I'm saucing
Niggas tried to steal the wave and they lost it
I done ran up from the grams yeah
Got you falling outta love with yo man yeah
Typa shit that I don't understand yeah
Gotta keep a whole different plan yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Marcel Wilson
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