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Foolio

Ion Wanna Talk

 

Ion Wanna Talk

(альбом: Final Destination - 2023)


(Zaytoven)

Ayy, I don't even really wanna talk
Huh, Bibby had died, like two weeks later, lil' buddy dumb ass got chalked (Grrah)
His mama, she all on the news screaming and crying, it's 6 Block fault (My fault)
Ha, belt to ass, ask the opps, we laying down law (Ha)
Lock in the box, 23 my Glock
Nigga, get low, everybody getting shot
Trust no bitch, everybody be opps
Keep your mouth closed, everybody be cops
Keep your mouth closed, everybody be cops (Niggas telling out this bitch, man)
Huh, trust nobody, everybody be opps (I swear)
Nigga, was just in the county, shackled in pain
Was just eating lobster, they got me in chains
They say buddy was dissing on me, got put on a tee, he died for fame
Niggas be groupies, they wanna be gang
Catch you a body and then you can hang
Shooting up houses, boy, that shit so lame
Go catch you a hat and get you some aim (6)
Nigga, I'm smooth as a fish
Sending them shots, won't miss (Grrah, grrah)
Boy, you a bitch
He kept dissing on Mitch
Now his ass made that list
Sent me a hit
I might send me a bitch
That nigga think with his dick (He sweet, nigga)
Ha, and we still post up on the 6
Ayy, we get it lit in the bity
They know we running the city
Ayy, ayy, Glock 19 with a switchy
Told bro slap on a fifty (Ayy, ayy)
I might step in a suit, they know I'm standing on business (Standing on business)
We the ones doing the killing, headshot gang for Bibby (Brrt, bah)
I could get creeper than creep
Make your ass use your feet (Skrrt, gone)
Pull up, hop out of the Jeep
Do a fuck nigga like Leeke (Ayy, come here)
Steph Curry, a thirty, a three
I'm shooting, not missing a beat (Not missing a beat)
Way in Miami with my heat
Like glue, it's sticking to me (It's sticking to me)
Foolio run with them shotters
We could go body for body
Killing a hobby
Bruh be booted off molly
Niggas, they know how we rocking
I put that on God
Boy, you can't fuck with my squad
Better off playing your part
We cracking cards
Five Star, BOA, my young nigga, he doing fraud
She give me sex
Make a false move and get wet
Big 6, it's on my neck
Give me respect
Crackers be tripping, they say I'm playing with fraudulent checks (Damn)
They say I'm playing with fraudulent checks (I need all that, no cap)
6 (Ayy)
Remember was fighting them cases
And we still dropping them H's
These hoes basic
See it, I want it, I take it
Opps, they pray I don't make it

Fuck nigga (Pussy-ass nigga, nigga, get up with me, nigga, the big opp, top opp, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout?)
I can't die, nigga, Voodoo on my body
Big 6

Get hit with a K
Bro in your bushes with Dracs
Pussy boy, you can't escape
No running away
Get hit all in your face
Nigga, you run, we chase
He did the race
Pussy, we drilling for Strap, nigga, we killing for Dre
Watch what you say
Chopper sound like 808s (Nigga, no cap)

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