Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who You Foolin', artist - UnoTheActivist.
Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who You Foolin' |
I wanna talk 'bout them bands |
She want the top with no hands |
I will not fold on my mans |
Wake up I thank God again |
Watcha kill with that gas |
I’ma kill 'em in these Balmain pants |
Kill 'em everytime I get a chance |
Run it up and take over the land |
I know what you gon' do for that hoe |
I know what she gon' do for the blow |
Throw the ones and they hittin' the floor |
Hit the split and she hittin' the floor |
And I told you, «No cameras», lil bitch |
Cause they’ll sell all this drip, get exposed |
I got beauty pageant winnin' hoes |
Hop out the drop top, Comme des Garçons |
All of my bitches are friendly, all my hoes tend to get along |
Here baby count up the Benjis, all night until the morning |
Putting her lips on my neck and she tell me she like the smell of my cologne |
Bitch, who you foolin', you a dog, I’m a dog, baby, lets bone |
I say to Uzi, wet up these hoes, I think somethin' Jacuzzi |
She like me so I’m not finessing no coochie |
My diamonds they cold, I’m sick like Lil Tunechi |
Oops, I mean Weezy, I need some fluid |
I found my way out them chains in that dungeon |
Now all my Backwoods is stuffed wit' a onion |
Grandma, I’m sorry, I don’t want no comments |
But you know them days is not always sunny |
Mama, I promise I’m gonna be something |
I just got' run up this mofuckin' money |
Run up these rackaids, these digits, these commas |
I’ll put a price on your head, you want drama |
I’m rockin' Presidential 41s |
But my lil brother just had him a son |
Only say to me, don’t trip 'bout that money |
We come out the forest like mofuckin' runners |
I trap for fun, you short on funds, my pockets |
I pull up with shooters and choppas you walkin' you dying don’t know how to run |
I sold my chain and then stick to the sun |
I get home base with your bitch Barry Bonds |
She got a curfew she be home at one |
nephew I’ma tree by the ton |
And I’m rocking Versace big poppa |
These pussy ass niggas ain’t totin' no choppas |
You ever play with me then I gotta pop ya |
Prolly dancin' for the one it’s a show stopper |
Lil bitch say that she wanna cha cha |
She hop on my lap make me feel I’m on top top |
Start shaking that ass just like it’s a maraca |
If I call up my shooter then he on the i-5 |
Who let the dogs out on the block |
I’m all about action I don’t do the ra ra |
I’m a legend they watchin' me just like I’m rock |
Drop the camera gon' pull up to your car |
Think that a hoe got more shots than LaVar |
The stick got more shots than Kawhi |
Stop all the hate 'cause that shit ain’t get far |
I send that dog to Detroit like bizarre |