[Intro: Foolio]
Damn jit, damn jit
I heard your ass slinging that 'caine man, that 'caine man
I heard you're goin' through it
It's straight though man, just keep your head high, you know what I'm saying
Keep it MK
[Chorus: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day I'm gon' reach the top
I'm countin' my blessings, that forty a weapon, my shorty be loadin' the Glock
No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot
And really he playin' it fake
You let that boy eat off your plate
Now you 'bout catching a case
Now your ass slangin' that 'caine
Now your ass hittin' them licks
Now your ass fuck with the 6
Now your ass posting them bricks
I'm one hundred ain't switching for shit
[Verse 1: Foolio]
Hop out, chop out, pop out, drop top
Mop out, long clip in the dropbox
You and Zizza in a picture with the nigga
Silly nigga, all that friendly ass shit get you cropped out
On this block, in the drop, smoke an opp
Say he killin' 'bout his homie, need more ass nigga pop out
No gang, no team, no dream
He ain't getting no cream like the NBA lock-out
Lean and the Act, seven six twos, they hittin' his back
Don't get your ass whacked
Four deep in the splat, no face, got a MAC
Just me and lil' Zion, endin' this world, just like the Mayans
These niggas be lyin', really be bitches and leading the blind
She fuckin' the crew, she fuckin' for molly, she fuckin' for tru
Pop up out the blue, you lookin' for me, I'm lookin' for you
Jump up out the jam, I don't give a damn, my beat goin' ham
They all for the 'Gram, I cannot take it, won't tell on the fam, ayy
Lean and the Act, seven six twos, they hittin' his back
Don't get your ass whacked
Four deep in the splat, no face, got a MAC, bitch
[Chorus: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day I'm gon' reach the top
I'm countin' my blessings, that forty a weapon, my shorty be loadin' the Glock
No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot
And really he playin' it fake
You let that boy eat off your plate
Now you 'bout catching a case
Now your ass slangin' that 'caine
Now your ass hittin' them licks
Now your ass fuck with the 6
Now your ass posting them bricks
I'm one hundred ain't switching for shit
[Verse 2: Tweekin Jit]
Pull up on a nigga in the stunner
Foolie ass tweakin' with the llama
Foolie ass shoot a nigga mama
Young nigga runnin' to the commas
Hop out with a pistol
I'm cleanin' his whistle, I'm freakin' the filter
My shooters will get you
Roll him in the swisher, that pussy a jizzle
Just me and the splat
I'm watchin' my side, I'm watchin' my back
Not buckin' the jack
Lil bro got a MAC, he not tryna chat
Nigga get caught, he gon' snitch
He ain't really up in no shit
Pussy on the block sayin' jits
Young nigga tryna hit licks
Young nigga, I'mastay the same
Foreign car steady switchin' lanes
Sweet as fuck, I'ma snatch his chain
Nigga whole block on flames
[Chorus: Foolio]
I started from druggin' and thuggin' and strugglin' so one day I'm gon' reach the top
I'm countin' my blessings, that forty a weapon, my shorty be loadin' the Glock
No matter the charges, I won't take a bargain, extortion, don't talk to the cops
These niggas be phony, you think he your homie, but really he wantin' your spot
And really he playin' it fake
You let that boy eat off your plate
Now you 'bout catching a case
Now your ass slangin' that 'caine
Now your ass hittin' them licks
Now your ass fuck with the 6
Now your ass posting them bricks
I'm one hundred ain't switching for shit