Who You Foolin' - UnoTheActivist

I wanna talk 'bout them bands

She want the top with no hands

I will not fold on my mans

Wake up I thank God again

Watcha kill with that gas

I’ma kill 'em in these Balmain pants

Kill 'em everytime I get a chance

Run it up and take over the land

I know what you gon' do for that hoe

I know what she gon' do for the blow

Throw the ones and they hittin' the floor

Hit the split and she hittin' the floor

And I told you, «No cameras», lil bitch

Cause they’ll sell all this drip, get exposed

I got beauty pageant winnin' hoes

Hop out the drop top, Comme des Garçons

All of my bitches are friendly, all my hoes tend to get along

Here baby count up the Benjis, all night until the morning

Putting her lips on my neck and she tell me she like the smell of my cologne

Bitch, who you foolin', you a dog, I’m a dog, baby, lets bone

I say to Uzi, wet up these hoes, I think somethin' Jacuzzi

She like me so I’m not finessing no coochie

My diamonds they cold, I’m sick like Lil Tunechi

Oops, I mean Weezy, I need some fluid

I found my way out them chains in that dungeon

Now all my Backwoods is stuffed wit' a onion

Grandma, I’m sorry, I don’t want no comments

But you know them days is not always sunny

Mama, I promise I’m gonna be something

I just got' run up this mofuckin' money

Run up these rackaids, these digits, these commas

I’ll put a price on your head, you want drama

I’m rockin' Presidential 41s

But my lil brother just had him a son

Only say to me, don’t trip 'bout that money

We come out the forest like mofuckin' runners

I trap for fun, you short on funds, my pockets

I pull up with shooters and choppas you walkin' you dying don’t know how to run

I sold my chain and then stick to the sun

I get home base with your bitch Barry Bonds

She got a curfew she be home at one

nephew I’ma tree by the ton

And I’m rocking Versace big poppa

These pussy ass niggas ain’t totin' no choppas

You ever play with me then I gotta pop ya

Prolly dancin' for the one it’s a show stopper

Lil bitch say that she wanna cha cha

She hop on my lap make me feel I’m on top top

Start shaking that ass just like it’s a maraca

If I call up my shooter then he on the i-5

Who let the dogs out on the block

I’m all about action I don’t do the ra ra

I’m a legend they watchin' me just like I’m rock

Drop the camera gon' pull up to your car

Think that a hoe got more shots than LaVar

The stick got more shots than Kawhi

Stop all the hate 'cause that shit ain’t get far

I send that dog to Detroit like bizarre