Fool Ya Freestyle

[Intro]
(They got me turnt in this bitch, man)
Spent three hundred on the four, then I spilled it on the floor (Know I'm saying? Who cares)
Then I spilled it on the floor
Spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor
Spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor (DP on the beat)
Spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor
Spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

[Chorus]
I spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor
Even though I wanna bug, I'ma go and buy some more
Spent five hundred for this gun, show ya how it's done
Fool with that heater, I'ma cook it ya well done
On my son, we not for none
You call her "Heart," I call her "Mmm"
Ya must be dumb (FBG shit), ridin' down St. Lawrence
Now his car flipped (FBG, bitch), look what ya done (Let's get it, let's get it)

[Verse 1]
You's a motherfuckin' goofy (Motherfuckin' goofy)
Pull up on his block and shoot a fuckin' movie (Shoot a fuckin' movie)
Ah, he say he smokin' Tooka? (Say he smokin' Tooka)
I just mixed a lil' bit Sheroid up with Nuski (Mixed it up with Nuski, damn)
Now, I'm bussin' out my body (Bussin' out my body)
I'm just prayin' I don't gotta hurt nobody (Gotta hurt nobody)
I shouldn't've never popped this molly (Never popped this molly)
Now, I'm bussin', 'bout to shoot up the whole party (Shoot up the whole party)
You say your car the color suu whoo ravioli (Suu whoo ravioli)
Swiss cheese it, turn that bitch to mostaccioli (Turn that bitch to mostaccioli)
She gave me head and don't even know me (Don't even know me)
Probably 'cause she looked at my wrist, seened a trophy (Money)

[Chorus]
I spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor
Even though I wanna bug, I'ma go and buy some more
Spent five hundred for this gun, show ya how it's done
Fool with that heater, I'ma cook it ya well done
On my son, we not for none
You call her "Heart," I call her "Mmm"
Ya must be dumb, ridin' down St. Lawrence
Now his car flipped, look what ya done

[Verse 2]
I heard they want me dead, I told 'em, "Mm, whatever" (Mm, whatever)
They try me, I shoot a movie if they ever (If they ever)
I keep the eight a lot, that toolie special (That toolie special)
We bought extra clips to make the movie better (Make the movie better, damn)
Ridin' around in traffic like it's Gucci (Skrrt, skrrt, it's Gucci)
We put holes in your fuckin' Gucci sweater (Gucci sweater)
He think he hidin' behind that tint (Hidin' behind that tint)
Bullets hot, they gon' hit your ass through that leather (Hit you through that leather)
You ain't talkin' money, I can't hear you (Money, I can't hear you)
Try to trail, but I could see you through the mirror (See you through the mirror)
On the block with my villains (Block with my villains)
But please come get your bitch 'cause this bitch irri' (Money)

[Chorus]
I spent three hundred on this four, then I spilled it on the floor
Even though I wanna bug, I'ma go and buy some more
Spent five hundred for this gun, show ya how it's done
Fool with that heater, I'ma cook it ya well done
On my son, we not for none
You call her "Heart," I call her "Mmm"
Ya must be dumb, ridin' down St. Lawrence
Now his car flipped, look what ya done