Chief Keef - Fool Ya lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Fool Ya lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy bang, bang, bang
Doh, doh doh doh skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
DP on the beat
Hundred for the ones and two hundred for my
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's a box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla with my ruger
Smoking Tooka in my bimmer
I'm a fooler pull up on ya
Pull up to ya switch cars
Then I fool ya
Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch
I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2, bitch, no, this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Marley, ayy
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my nina got my Tommy (Got my Tommy)
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
(At your tummy, bang bang)
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
(Buh buh)
My Bimmer colored suu-whoop ravioli
(Suu-whoop)
'Member when I used to eat ravioli
(Woo, woo, bitch)
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
(Kay Kay, Kay)
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money, I be on it (Phew)
I ain't got no business sittin' on it
(Hell nah)
I just got some business with gettin' money
You ain't talking money, that shit funny
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's a box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla with my ruger
Smoking Tooka in my bimmer
I'm a fooler pull up on ya
Pull up to ya switch cars
Then I fool ya
Somewhere coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for ransom
How much you got to get her back, fam?
She ain't worth shit so I
Hope you got about 10
Boy, I heard your belt Versace
I got fifty times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it
Doh, doh doh doh skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
DP on the beat
Hundred for the ones and two hundred for my
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's a box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla with my ruger
Smoking Tooka in my bimmer
I'm a fooler pull up on ya
Pull up to ya switch cars
Then I fool ya
Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch
I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2, bitch, no, this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Marley, ayy
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my nina got my Tommy (Got my Tommy)
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
(At your tummy, bang bang)
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
(Buh buh)
My Bimmer colored suu-whoop ravioli
(Suu-whoop)
'Member when I used to eat ravioli
(Woo, woo, bitch)
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
(Kay Kay, Kay)
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money, I be on it (Phew)
I ain't got no business sittin' on it
(Hell nah)
I just got some business with gettin' money
You ain't talking money, that shit funny
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's a box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla with my ruger
Smoking Tooka in my bimmer
I'm a fooler pull up on ya
Pull up to ya switch cars
Then I fool ya
Somewhere coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for ransom
How much you got to get her back, fam?
She ain't worth shit so I
Hope you got about 10
Boy, I heard your belt Versace
I got fifty times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it