Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who You Foolin' , by - UnoTheActivist. Release date: 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 |