Foolish Lyrics

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Bitch I give zero fucks like I'm Jason Tatum

Bob Ross with that Glock he play then ima paint him

Young Ban the hottest in the city I see why they hate him

Feds caught me with a hundred perc's and I made unc take them

That bitch make you watch her kids

I make her swallow mine

Drop nine opp niggas at once like it's columbine

Niggas say they that they be in the field but they be dropping dimes

Last nigga diss me nine times and he got caught with nine

Saying that you gon catch me lacking that's unlikely

Ain't you the same nigga that was in the store saying it's pricey

Nigga said I fucked on his bitch shit that might be

Bro crash dummy in the field playing dicey

Why the fuck is you hating get a bag for fuck sake

My opps tryna beef but they could never up pape

I'm shooting choppers at these niggas

You only shoot at gun range

I walk up with the chop and glick and let my nuts hang

How it's 2022 and you can't up a band

These niggas playing up that Glock we ain't running hands

I'm up the chop we see a opp he hit the running man

Stop dissing on ban and go dig up yo mans

Pussy

Before I kill opp I take his picture make him start posing

I take that picture and I put it on a bunch of clothing

Take it to his hood and tell them niggas he a fucking phony

Drop it on the floor and piss on it tell them fuck yo homie

Bitch

I'm a disrespect boy

Any nigga diss on TAF they at yo neck boy

If we like yo chain hard enough we get you wacked for it

Feel like will smith tryna be funny you get smacked for it

Will smith just smacked the shit out of me

Niggas say they tryna beef with us then we got clips for it

Lucky three but I drop lucky 4 and gave them 6 more

That TAF life the type of life that you ain't meant for

Bitch