Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Fool, artist - Chinx. Date of issue: 13.08.2015
Song language: English
Hey Fool |
| Yea |
| What |
| Boss up |
| Huh yay |
| What happening shit no other |
| What up Chinx |
| Yeah hustle |
| Hey fool |
| Bricks all in my cabinet |
| Getting money, we trappin' |
| Bendin' on a MAC 10 |
| Hey fool |
| What up though? |
| Smokin', watchin' my roof fold |
| Waistline with my tool on it |
| Fake niggas, they fool’s gold |
| Hey fool |
| Get shot nigga and you move around |
| Still serve in the school zone |
| Neighborhood with my jewels on |
| Hey fool |
| Shit, coolin' |
| Hittin' licks, movin' |
| Posted up with my fools |
| Getting high, we just foolin' |
| Hey fool |
| I’m so used to this jealousy |
| Stay on deck is my recipe |
| Can’t afford no more felonies |
| But the hood is like Tel Aviv |
| Start a war and then tell on me |
| Type of nigga I’ll never be |
| Suck my dick is what I tell police |
| And if they catch me slippin', they’ll kill for me |
| Stay on track and make mills for me |
| Put my daughter in your will for me |
| Move smarter and bill for me |
| Don’t budge an inch on them bills for me |
| Fuck duckin' niggas, go hunt your beef |
| Play offense, I don’t fuck with D |
| If you hop out, I hop out |
| That’s one for you, that’s one for me |
| Hey fool! |
| What up? |
| You heard how they came through |
| Yellow tape the whole block in broad day |
| They emptied out the whole tool |
| Hey fool, tell me what do you wanna go do |
| Pull up holdin' them bangers here |
| Then when he bang back it’s on you like |
| Hey fool |
| Bricks all in my cabinet |
| Getting money, we trappin' |
| Bendin' on a MAC 10 |
| Hey fool |
| What up though? |
| Smokin', watchin' my roof fold |
| Waistline with my tool on it |
| Fake niggas, they fool’s gold |
| Hey fool |
| Get shot nigga and you move around |
| Still serve in the school zone |
| Neighborhood with my jewels on |
| Hey fool |
| Shit, coolin' |
| Hittin' licks, movin' |
| Posted up with my fools |
| Getting high, we just foolin' |
| Hey fool |
| In the hood bums sip malt liquor out of paper bags |
| Why I’m skatin' in the paper tags |
| Every nigga you roll with, they made a glass |
| Around here niggas take your head off |
| Like a restaurant, they gon' pay the tab |
| And usually my breakin' point is when the fuck niggas start breakin' bad |
| Nigga counting bank, tryna find a pussy I can surf on |
| I don’t understand, why the feds take shit so personal |
| If the spot ain’t yours, who you work for? |
| 13 and he ready to get to work through |
| Drive by, hit the deck, shots, lick, then the whip swerve off |
| Murders only top, neighborhood is watchin' |
| I pray for my sins daily cause I know the Lord is watchin' |
| Ain’t no threat, nigga, you playful |
| Been movin' work since grade school |
| Hey yo what the fuck this nigga just said? |
| Huh? |
| Hey fool |
| Bricks all in my cabinet |
| Getting money, we trappin' |
| Bendin' on a MAC 10 |
| Hey fool |
| What up though? |
| Smokin', watchin' my roof fold |
| Waistline with my tool on it |
| Fake niggas, they fool’s gold |
| Hey fool |
| Get shot nigga and you move around |
| Still serve in the school zone |
| Neighborhood with my jewels on |
| Hey fool |
| Shit, coolin' |
| Hittin' licks, movin' |
| Posted up with my fools |
| Getting high, we just foolin' |
| Hey fool |