Foolish - G-Worthy, JAY WORTHY, G Perico

Aww shit, once again, it’s him

That nigga with the snakeskin on a $ 400 brim

Ice water motherfuckin' slim God dammit (damn)

You feel me I’m here to kick some free game to you lames

You dig what I’m saying (I dig)

I got cool, two gangsta niggas with me, you feel me (Say word)

This nigga from the westside of Bompton

You know, he go by Jay Worthy (Aww I know that nigga, I like that shit)

You feel me

This nigga from Broadway (Who?)

G Perico (That's my nigga)

Fly crippin nigga you feel me (Cuh rip)

Like I said you know blue and red make green

If you know what I mean (Aww, I feel that, I feel that)

You got broke niggas around you

You on the wrong team (You damn right)

This is for the homies on the

Selling Green Dots and PayPal cards

And this is for my bitches that just love the hoes

Set her out on town, she gonna get that dough

And this is for my niggas who be burnt out

Duckin' warrents and shit, living at granny’s house

But me I’m living good up, I’m at Sandy’s house

Bunch of hood shit, smoking weed on the couch

Hit my nigga Joe Fuller, yeah that’s 40oz

I call him 40 zips, now make that shit bounce

And this for my nigga with the Jheri Curl

Turn your C’s up ‘cuz this a gangsta world

But nigga I’m from Bompton, turn your P’s up

Me and Cardo making plays like we cliqued up

To make your trunk slap, so keep your bitch tucked

These bitches be choosin', choosin' (They trying to choose on a P nigga)

These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me nigga)

My niggas be woopin', woopin' (You know I fuck with them P’s nigga)

My niggas be movin', movin' (You know I fuck with them G’s nigga)

These hoes choosin', no drugs, prostitution

I ain’t losing gangsta pimp shit I’m movin'

send a bitch to Pittsburgh

Its 100 degrees we on the block in pimp furs

And we come from this crip shit

Third letter out the moon of the AMG Benz

I’m tryin to hang with your friends

And I can tell them bitches all choosin'

Cuz when they see my hair, all them hoes went «Ohh, him»

We gonna bring them back and send em

If that Hennessy blowing I might bend em

Ain’t no sense in pretending

We gettin plane tickets, get you away from all these lame bitches

So way out first rule, no lame niggas

South Dallas, South Beach, South Central

We fucking up the streets

Over here niggas all about the money

All these bum bitches funny

These bitches be choosin', choosin' (They trying to choose on a P nigga)

These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me nigga)

My niggas be woopin', woopin' (You know I fuck with them P’s nigga)

My niggas be movin', movin' (You know I fuck with them G’s nigga)