Foolishness ft. Xjay & Talinwya Lyrics

Aye, yeah-ah

Aye, yeah-ah

Aye, yeah-ah

Aye, yeah-ah

Got them stars up in the roof and shit

At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)

Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)

Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (I ain't tryna be your fool)

Got them stars up in the roof and shit

At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)

Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)

Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (Yeah-ah)

Check cleared, now a nigga happy

Got them racks sitting in the backseat (Yeah-uh)

You ain't gang, nigga, so don't dap me (Dap)

Niggas weird, always moving wacky (On God)

With my boys, I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Ha)

Margiela on me, rockin' Tabis (Uh)

Niggas swag stealin' they ain't ask me

Downtown, coolin' with a Abbey (Nah)

Rick Owen's all up on my khakis

Twin servin' chicken, what's a Zaxby's? (What?)

Wide body, swervin' in a Tracky

She be buggin', acting hella bratty

Niggas fits ass, and they tacky

Roll a spliff up, it's a fatty

With my dog, feeling like I'm shaggy

Pockets fat, little Kyle Massey

Got them stars up in the roof and shit

At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)

Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)

Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (I ain't tryna be your fool)

Got them stars up in the roof and shit

At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool, rah!)

Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)

Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (Yeah-ah)

I'm rockin YSL up on my shirt, I had to rock the cooling kit

I'm in the club, and Diamond hand the blick and told me what the tool this is

That lil bitch wanna play me, yeah

Geeked up, just like the 80's yeah

Crazy lil bitch wanna date me, yeah

Oh my god, she gonna hate me (Oh my)

Oh my god, she want my... shirt

I ain't poppin' no percs

Spent a bag on a bag, I ain't talkin' no bin, I ain't talkin' no purse (Woah)

Met this bitch on the gram, she keep blowin' my phone, I ain't talkin' bout her

He paid a 20 ball for my song, but I ain't even talkin' bout work, turn up

Wave in the crowd, like turn up (Brraow!)

Bands in the crowd, like turn up (Woo!)

Bitch wanna... (Turn up, woo!)

Got a bitch on my dick, like (Turn up!)

Getting rich from this shit, like (Turn up! Huh)

Getting rich from this shit, like (Turn up!)

Got your bitch in the spot, like (Turn up!)

Put a bitch in the spotlight (Turn up!)

Got them stars up in the roof and shit

At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)

Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)

Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (I ain't tryna be your fool)

Got them stars up in the roof and shit

At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)

Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)

Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (Yeah-ah)

Aye, yeah-ah

Aye, yeah-ah

Aye, yeah-ah

Aye, yeah-ah