Текст UnoTheActivist – Who You Foolin

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

2GRAMCAM:
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