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Foolery (feat. Fats the Scammer & Yung DD)
by Pullup
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Running up the sack
I'm the running back
Trying jack the sack
I'ma Nola clap
Fuckin on yo bitch
That's a body bag
Catch an opp slippin
Molly wopped his ass
Ay bitch you sound dumb asf
Fuck I look like pouring this drank
Without my double cup
Huh yeah so it's for the hype
Lil bitch know I'm up
So I know she still gon let me pipe
Woo I just want the coochie
Fuck I look like that last nigga trying eat yo booty
Aye who I heard they letting up Pauly in the cut
With two drake's tryina send him up
Two Glock twenty-six yeah I'm loaded up
Nigga run up on me ima have his ass double dutch
Ion fuck around yeah I'm fitted up
Fuck a bad bitch with her friend
My dick glittered up
Yeah I'm turnt up
My eyes burnt up
Sipping on duce while I count the blue faces up
PG the label we some bloodhounds
Running around the town bouta get it now
hold up wait please don't get me started
I be round all the baddest bithces and I still be fartin
Aye hold up who got jewelry
I bet my niggas hands woulda went up if I said properties
Aye yall ain't foolin me
You ain't send a pound on a hound in them shiesty streets
Aye yo nigga not a leader
Nineteen forty-two & bnbs yo bitch been an eater
She a nasty bitch yeah she clean the dick
Ball head Mr clean the way she clean the dick
I'ma real nigga and I ain't never snitch
Run it up by myself I ain't need a clique
This vlone tee right here
Yeah it's one of none
Black on black rover sliding like a young don
Dior kicks cost eleven hundon
Some the same week as Lil Boosie nem
But who gives a fuck
Gelato thirty one and pink runts
Bitch come live it up
Aye yeah me and my niggas styling
I got niggas in the dirty glove and they really wylin
Woo yeah bitch we don't play fair
Seven six two's rip him up like a grizzly bear
Wye yeah my pockets always full
Covid nineteen get me up
I might move out the hood
Huh yeah I don't need a clique
A hundred round drum with a compressor
I'll burn this bitch
Hold up aye
It's a pandemic
let me get yo cash app bitch and reek all the benefits
I'm just getting started
I ain't really mean that last shit I said about fartin
Ha yeah bitch I got manners
Catch me in the trap with three computers and a pole dancer
Running up the sack
I'm the running back
Trying jack the sack
I'ma Nola clap
Fuckin on yo bitch
That's a body bag
Catch an opp slippin
Molly wopped his ass
Ay bitch you sound dumb asf
Fuck I look like pouring this drank
Without my double cup
Huh yeah so it's for the hype
Lil bitch know I'm up
So I know she still gon let me pipe
Woo I just want the coochie
Fuck I look like that last nigga trying eat yo booty
Aye who I heard they letting up Pauly in the cut
With two drake's tryina send him up
Two Glock twenty-six yeah I'm loaded up
Nigga run up on me ima have his ass double dutch
Ion fuck around yeah I'm fitted up
Fuck a bad bitch with her friend
My dick glittered up
Yeah I'm turnt up
My eyes burnt up
Sipping on duce while I count the blue faces up
PG the label we some bloodhounds
Running around the town bouta get it now
hold up wait please don't get me started
I be round all the baddest bithces and I still be fartin
Aye hold up who got jewelry
I bet my niggas hands woulda went up if I said properties
Aye yall ain't foolin me
You ain't send a pound on a hound in them shiesty streets
Aye yo nigga not a leader
Nineteen forty-two & bnbs yo bitch been an eater
She a nasty bitch yeah she clean the dick
Ball head Mr clean the way she clean the dick
I'ma real nigga and I ain't never snitch
Run it up by myself I ain't need a clique
This vlone tee right here
Yeah it's one of none
Black on black rover sliding like a young don
Dior kicks cost eleven hundon
Some the same week as Lil Boosie nem
But who gives a fuck
Gelato thirty one and pink runts
Bitch come live it up
Aye yeah me and my niggas styling
I got niggas in the dirty glove and they really wylin
Woo yeah bitch we don't play fair
Seven six two's rip him up like a grizzly bear
Wye yeah my pockets always full
Covid nineteen get me up
I might move out the hood
Huh yeah I don't need a clique
A hundred round drum with a compressor
I'll burn this bitch
Hold up aye
It's a pandemic
let me get yo cash app bitch and reek all the benefits
I'm just getting started
I ain't really mean that last shit I said about fartin
Ha yeah bitch I got manners
Catch me in the trap with three computers and a pole dancer
