Eli Du Breesh - Dis Is Foolery Lyrics

This is foolery
This is foolery
This is foolery
This is foolery
This is foolery
Niggas be wildin', who is you to me? Uh
This is foolery
Bitches be wildin', what is you to me? Uh
You ain't my bitch, you better back up
You ain't my homie, so don't act up
I'm tryna pull up in a black truck
It's too much money, get your stacks up
I ain't gon' front, I got scars that you can't see
Just keep it humble, 'cause these demons still around
Know how how that be
God be watchin' but I'ma still do me
Get that bread, smoke some weed, hit the stu like every week
Do like 4 tracks in two hours, damn Breesh just let me breathe
Bad treesh, she want speed
Fendi, Prada, Louis V
But
I just wanna chill when I get better
Lay back, find a 'lil baddie in this weather
I know way too many niggas gettin' locked to catch my bad luck
Believe me baby, trust and believe me baby
Been upgraded past years, ain't using that CD Baby
Got my mind tucked on money, feel me, shit ain't easy lately
Really been doley my whole life, that's funny
Ain't thought 'bout Breesh, talk 'bout Breesh, laugh with 'Breesh
Jokes on you, 'cause I got cheese, so who you hurtin'
Never hurtin'
Flippin' a bag in peace
Your own bread not a split with your mans
Like true say, that's like a dick in your hand (Pause)
'Cause you ain't earn it, that's a piece of his hand
Rather eat with myself, 'cause they don't know how to act nowadays
Your own mans would put a hole in your back and f*ck up your brain 'cause he want his way
But I feel him
But before he feel me, I'ma peel 'em
Ain't got time for the actin' and bitching
This is foolery
Niggas be wildin', who is you to me? Uh
This is foolery
Bitches be wildin', what is you to me? Uh
You ain't my bitch, you better back up
You ain't my homie, so don't act up
I'm tryna pull up in a black truck
It's too much money, get your stacks up