TOMFOOLERY

By Quadeca

Released on August 1, 2019

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[Intro: EGOVERT]

Hi! It's me

Do  the dance on my dick

(Morteh!) 

(Mike G, you can’t do this to them, man)


[Chorus: EGOVERT]

Yeah, what did you do to me?

It  is like 3 AM waiting for you to send nudes to me, yeah, what

You  like my jewelry, yeah

My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery, yeah, what

What  did you do to me? Yeah

It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send nudes to me, yeah, what

You like my jewelry, yeah

My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery, yeah, yeah, yeah


[Verse 1: Quadeca]

Ooh,  I like Tom Foolery, yeah, uh

When I'm on a track all the basic bitches sayin', "Who is he?"

Better take a seat right now, it’s Quadeca on this shit get used to me, huh

I rock Designer that I don't pronounce right, check out my Louis V, uh, bitch

Yuh, I'm just being stupid B, huh

I ain't on the top right now, but they know a motherfucker soon to be, yuh

When I'm on the stage they call me 'The Pediatrist', I make a move, they feed, yeah

I birthed all you haters, I'm sorry you cryin', I got you a booster seat (Here take it!)

It's free (What?), it's free! (Yuh!) Quadeca, thats me!

Lil bitch, I'm rich, like Kylie

I don't miss, like Kyrie, I get hits, MLB

If you really think you gonna take my spot, I gotta teach you all a lesson, please find your assigned seat, bitch


[Chorus: EGOVERT]

Yeah, what did you do to me?

It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send nudes to me, yeah, what

You like my jewelry, yeah

My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery


[Verse 2: Moxas]

Got some thotties, I’ll be back in a minute

7 in the uber, packin them in it

We make bitches sit on laps in the civic

See me whippin in the lab with the physics

See me drippin, “aw damn...he drippin now”

Doing shit that ya’ll can’t, you trippin now

Used to rock the off brand, I get it now

Back when I would toss hands, I hit it now

So I administer pain when I’m in it, the second I get me a target I hit em

Fuckin your auntie my hobbie, she say I’m her baby cause I get a check from the rhythm

Spittin on a mission of bars

You hear me spittin, that’s the wisdom of God

No competition, rip em, pick em apart

My penicillin isn’t fixin em dawg, nah

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, uh

I’m a put my dick up in her breasts, breasts, breasts, uh

My bitch is so sad, she is depressed-pressed-pressed-pressed

Moxas in this bitch, I’m up next

Ugh yeah fuck!


[Chorus: EGOVERT]

Yeah, what did you do to me?

It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send nudes to me, yeah, what

You like my jewelry, yeah

My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery,l


[Verse 3: EGOVERT]

I like tomfoolery

I like to fuck shit up

I was up in her butt

Playing candy crush

Do not keep playing with me little nigga or choppa will turn you to candy dust

She keep blowing up my phone talking bout I am mad at you bitch I don’t give a fuck

Heard your new nigga is broke so I told lil shawty if you want you can come with us

I’m checking my bank account balance, the amount of zeroes is making my semen rush

Quick lil ting, got a Kim K cake, and her ass is round so I hit replay

Dance on the dick, call it Harlem shake

Bring a friend for my nigga, by the way


[Verse 4:KIL]

I go retarded like foolery Tom

Ran up a milli so Google me mom!

I’m snatching your shit where your jewelery hide?

She look at my dick with them googly eyes

Slide in her DM’s like a snow slope

Blow-blow up on my pole, no oboe

Blowing up clouds of the gas like the ozone

We cloud 9 one up from the ocho

Bitch be lying like shit- Madagascar

Taking deck (dick) like the ground of ya backyard

She wasn't ready but I am not Kev Hart

Pop out the cut like I’m walking on glass shards

She like to creep on my stick like a grasshop

I do not pipe her if it do not clap hard

I do not cap so, I take my cap off

Pass it to ego so we can just blast off

Got no whip so we meeting up halfway

Took your bitch to the Hard Rock cafe

I got the bag of the cash at a swag bank

Starbucks I order that trappe

Pack of backwoods

Tobacco wrapper to the Adam’s Apple

Got me choking, rabbit like the battle rapper

At the fucking shelter, like its Marshall Mathers

When you call him cracker, yuh