Foolio - GTA 6 lyrics
[Foolio - GTA 6 lyrics]
Uh uh uh shoot that shit
I don’t like spin on the opps
It ain’t fun no more they don’t come outside
6
Just hit they block
We got that shit, on lock
The opps don’t make that fun fun
And im so thirsty to bust this drac’
I swear Ima shoot soon as I see some
Ridin’ 4 deep, we got 4 heads
And it's body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of you peans
Hit the lights and drop the windows
You won’t make it home for christmas
Like the way lil bro had swung that door
And sat on top that window
Crackas pull over my car
We going fed with all these pistols
Between me ride with cojak
And that a bondo full of killas
Kill a opp make him a stack
Gon’ turn his name into a trend
Turn his name into a block
And turn my opps into my fans
She a freak inside them sheets
But she a doctor on the gram
Im moving forward with all my beef
Try and dodge these shots gonna need a ram
Turn a opp into a star
Turn his name into a block
Roll a opp inside a gar
She wanna fuck me i said nah
Ask me for money im like huh
Get off your shit bitch get you a job
Say i sell drugs is you the cops
6 i heard you got all the Glocks
6 i heads you callin the shots
Wanna be famous put them on fox
Can post in the hood 12 smackin the blocks
From the east to the west
Boy we got it on lock we got that shit hot
Just hit they block
We got that shit, on lock
The opps don’t make that fun fun
And im so thirsty to bust this drac’
I swear Ima shoot soon as I see some
Ridin’ 4 deep, we got 4 heads
And it's body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of you peans
We got that shit on lock
The opps don't make it fun fun
And im so thirst to bust this drac
I swear ima shoot soon as i see some
Ridin’ 4 deep we got 4 heads
And it's body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of your peans
Turn a opp into a star
Turn his name into a block
Roll a opp in a cigar
Say she wanna fuck me im like nah
I don’t like spin on the opps
It ain’t fun no more they don’t come outside
6
Just hit they block
We got that shit, on lock
The opps don’t make that fun fun
And im so thirsty to bust this drac’
I swear Ima shoot soon as I see some
Ridin’ 4 deep, we got 4 heads
And it's body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of you peans
Hit the lights and drop the windows
You won’t make it home for christmas
Like the way lil bro had swung that door
And sat on top that window
Crackas pull over my car
We going fed with all these pistols
Between me ride with cojak
And that a bondo full of killas
Kill a opp make him a stack
Gon’ turn his name into a trend
Turn his name into a block
And turn my opps into my fans
She a freak inside them sheets
But she a doctor on the gram
Im moving forward with all my beef
Try and dodge these shots gonna need a ram
Turn a opp into a star
Turn his name into a block
Roll a opp inside a gar
She wanna fuck me i said nah
Ask me for money im like huh
Get off your shit bitch get you a job
Say i sell drugs is you the cops
6 i heard you got all the Glocks
6 i heads you callin the shots
Wanna be famous put them on fox
Can post in the hood 12 smackin the blocks
From the east to the west
Boy we got it on lock we got that shit hot
Just hit they block
We got that shit, on lock
The opps don’t make that fun fun
And im so thirsty to bust this drac’
I swear Ima shoot soon as I see some
Ridin’ 4 deep, we got 4 heads
And it's body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of you peans
We got that shit on lock
The opps don't make it fun fun
And im so thirst to bust this drac
I swear ima shoot soon as i see some
Ridin’ 4 deep we got 4 heads
And it's body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of your peans
Turn a opp into a star
Turn his name into a block
Roll a opp in a cigar
Say she wanna fuck me im like nah