Who You Foolin

Yeah, yeah (Dig)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah yeah)
You know just sayin' how I feel
Everything off the top, you know
Uno, I killed it

I went on top for them bands
She went downtown with no hands
I will not fold on my mans
Wake up, I thank God again
What you [A7kill wit'? I kill wit' a gat
I'ma kill 'em [A]in these Balmain pants
Kill 'em [A]every time I get a chance
Run it up and [Bm]take over the land
I know what you [A7gon' do for [Dm7]the ho
I know what she gon' do for [Dm7]the blow
Throw the ones and [Bm]they hittin' the floor
Hit the split and [Bm]she hittin' the floor
And I told you, "No cameras", lil' bitch
'Cause they'll sell all [Em]this
Drip, get exposed, ayy
Got beauty pageant winnin' hoes
Hop out the drop top, Comme des Garçons
All of my [A]bitches are friendly
All my [A]hoes tend to [C7]get along
Here, baby, count up the Benjis
All night until the morn
Putting her lips on [C7]my [A]neck and [Bm]she tell
Me she like [F]the smell of my [A]cologne
Bitch, who you [A7foolin', you [A7a
Dog, I'm a dog, baby, lets bone
I say to [C7]Uzi, "Why these damn hoes put
They toes in jacuzzis?"
She like [F]me, so I'm not finessing no coochie
My diamonds, they cold
I'm sick like [F]Lil Tunechi
Oops, I mean Weezy, I need some fluid
I found my [A]way out them
Chains in that dungeon
Now all [Em]my [A]Backwoods is stuffed wit' a onion
Grandma, I'm sorry
I don't want no comments
But you [A7know them [A]days is not always sunny
Mama, I promise I'm gonna be [Am]something
I just got' ɾun up this mothafuckin' money
Run up these ɾackaids, these digit's
These commas i'll put a price on [C7]your head
You want drama?
I'm ɾockin' Presidential 41s
But my [A]lil' brother just had him a son
Always say to [C7]me
Don't tɾip 'bout that money
We come out the forest
Like motherfuckin' ɾunners

I tɾap for [Dm7]fun, you [A7short on [C7]funds
My pockets Big Pun
I pull up with shooters and
Choppas, you [A7walkin', you [A7dying
Don't know how to [C7]ɾun
I sold my [A]chain and [Bm]then stick to [C7]the sun
I get home base with your bitch, Barry Bonds
She got [Fm7]a curfew, she be [Am]home at one
I just might plug your neρhew
I'm on [C7]tɾee by the ton
And I'm ɾocking Versace, big poppa
These pussy-ass niggas ain't
Totin' no choppas
You ever play with me then I gotta pop ya
Presidential 41, it's a show stopper
Lil' bitch say that she wanna cha-cha
She hop on [C7]my [A]lap
Make me feel on [C7]them [A]ta tas
Start shaking that ass just
Like it's a maraca
If I call [Em]up my [A]shooter then he on [C7]the I5
Who let the dogs out? I'm the Baha
I'm all [Em]about action
I don't do the ɾah ɾah
I'm a legend they watchin' me
Just like [F]I'm Rock
Drop the camera, gon' pull up to [C7]your car
Think that a ho got [Fm7]more shots than LaVar
The stick got [Fm7]more shots than Kawhi
Stop all [Em]the hate 'cause that
Shit don't get far
I send that dog to [C7]Detɾoit like [F]Bizarre