TreMxntana - Foolery Lyrics

Stick to the sports and overdosing
Leave this rap shit
For niggas
That really got it
Gotta sum pockets they full
Like overloaded
Niggas cap
Imma show em who really bout it
Issa stack imma show em
Who really piling
Im Making money like mitch
Yea thats yo right hand
You say thats yo mans
But these niggas really be bitch
Yea they sending shots till we send em back
And trust me we aint finna miss
Couple bitches they was talking down inna pass
Now i make that lil pussy
Hiss
Got on my shit and i got it done
But these niggas looking wish
Dicking that bitch she said im all up in her lung
Now she trynna gimme a kiss
I just wanna get the money
Talm bout the funds
Ian trynna make you bitch
Im just trynna give you dick
Hit it then i run
I done wit dat hoe
She dismissed

Ian really wit da talk
Tool like im handy manny let it speak to ya
Pulled up niggas getting caught
RICKY!
That bitch gon keep shooting
And they love doing allat talk niggas so lippy till he getting his teeth loosen
Who really steppin wit da sauce nigga
So drippy im might leave bitch drooling
That shit you preaching it be false
Niggas gon hate obviously they keep losing
Ima keep it pippen onna bullshit ian blick em
I just keep da heat cooling
Bitches cappin like they know me "tre you so funny"
Ion like da meat chewing
If uan trynna lick it ian trynna kick it
But I'll get da bitch booted
Quick to leave a lil bitch muted
Nigga don't act stupid
Guns brand new like they off da truck
F*ck is you doing wit dat lil pee shooter

Man sorry rapping wasn't made for you
But shidd I'll teach it to ya
So raw
No flaw
Big boss
Wit dis shit
Im might be the one to teach the tutor
Big dawg
Get lost
It cost
To lick the this dick
Suck me up like its ramen noodle
Painting pictures while you niggas doodle
Keep it witcha cause these niggas ruthless
Knocked his cap off now dis nigga really stupid
Get the pack off now a nigga really zooted
Cut the lack off
Im just spitting facts off
If they let dem macs off
Ooooh they gon be really clueless
Lets stack off
See who get a bag first
Why tf they so mad hurt
I told you i was onna mission
Shout out to the trenches
I was down bad worst
Shout to my number 1
Missing elaine
Shit aint been the same momma
Why they out here trynna play me
Like yo son a lame
I just had to change sumn
Real nigga never changed on em
Still wit em better days stunting
On these niggas
More and more millions
More and more millions
Thats alot of Ms coming
Let em know a nigga so gifted
Never been a ticket
Breaking all these bitches
Bumming
Throwing more and more bs
Honey
Young bosses niggas
Out here making money
Bottom of the bottom
Talkin Basement homie
Catch us inna mansion
Not a vacant homie
On gang