Lyrics April Fools - Metro Boomin

April Fools

Whats the talk about
I don’t even fuck with you
Talk 'bout me?
I don’t notice you
It’s Metro Boomin on the beat, *trails off*
What’s the talk about
Boy you know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)
What’s the talk about
You know I got my gun, I’ll shoot
What’s the talk about
Nigga, fuck what you gon' do, (fuck 'em)
What’s the talk about
Nigga, let your shooters shoot, (turn up)
Boy, I know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)
I knew that it was something to you, (aye)
You ain’t a shooter, April fools, (turn up)
Stop trying boy, I’ll make a move
You ain’t a shooter, April fools
Stop trying boy, I’ll aim and shoot
I’m loading 'till I make the news
These drugs, they
What’s the talk about, nigga, fuck what you gon' do
Wh — what’s the talk about, you know I keep my pistol too
I fuck bitches by the dozen, cause of their attitude
And get money by the hour, show no gratitude
What’s the talk about, nigga, I love bitches too
I make bitches fuck each other,
Ain’t no «talk it out,» nigga, we could rather shoot
Sneak dissing, boy, get your ass turned to soup
What’s the talk about
Boy you know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)
What’s the talk about
You know I got my gun, I’ll shoot
What’s the talk about
Nigga, fuck what you gon' do, (fuck 'em)
What’s the talk about
Nigga, let your shooters shoot, (turn up)
Boy, I know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)
I knew that it was something to you, (aye)
You ain’t a shooter, April fools, (turn up)
Stop trying boy, I’ll make a move
Trap, trap, trap, trap, taking risks and profiting
Spray your block like, boom, boom, boom, boom, look at what that choppa did
Shorty told me I ain’t shit, I took it as a compliment
You so busy pocket watching, all you got is pocket lint
Hard to follow, slow dimension
All I want is dope for Christmas
Jonesy, you a trap God, I should have my own religion
Made myself a boss, then I gave myself a raise
She asked me for some money, all I gave her was some game, (yikes!)
What’s the talk about if money ain’t the conversation?
I ain’t got to say a word to make a fashion statement
You’d be the realest nigga standing if I took a seat
My shooters like the NBA, they got a quick release
Whip it in a pan
It’s jumping back 10
Caught up in that rush, I would call it Jackie Chan
Y’all niggas ain’t no killers, y’all niggas some hoes
Real niggas ride or die together, dig us a hole, (yeah)
What’s the talk about it’s family first, we not related
Them people’s asking you some questions, you cooperated
What’s the talk about, you never spoke when I was broke
I got so many
They giving me plenty
I know that they want it
And I got it all!
What’s the talk about
Boy you know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)
What’s the talk about
You know I got my gun, I’ll shoot
What’s the talk about
Nigga, fuck what you gon' do, (fuck 'em)
What’s the talk about
Nigga, let your shooters shoot, (turn up)
Boy, I know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)
I knew that it was something to you, (aye)
You ain’t a shooter, April fools, (turn up)
Stop trying boy, I’ll make a move