SD, CUZ Lightyear - April Fools lyrics

Whats the talk about
I don't even fuck with you talk 'bout me?
I don't notice you
It's Metro Boomin on the beat, trails off

What's the talk about
Boy you know I don't fuck with you
(fuck 'em) what's the talk about
You know I got my gun, I'll shoot
What's the talk about
Nigga, fuck what you gon' do (fuck 'em)
What's the talk about
Nigga, let your shooters shoot (turn up)
Boy, I know I don't fuck with you
(fuck 'em)
I knew that it was something to you (aye)
You ain't a shooter, April fools (turn up)
Stop trying boy, I'll make a move

You ain't a shooter, April fools
Stop trying boy, I'll aim and shoot
I'm loading 'till I make the news
These drugs, they
What's the talk about, nigga
Fuck what you gon' do
Wh - what's the talk about
You know I keep my pistol too
I fuck bitches by the dozen
Cause of their attitude
And get money by the hour, show no gratitude
What's the talk about, nigga
I love bitches too
I make bitches fuck each other
Ain't no "talk it out" nigga
We could rather shoot sneak dissing, boy
Get your ass turned to soup

What's the talk about
Boy you know I don't fuck with you
(fuck 'em) what's the talk about
You know I got my gun, I'll shoot
What's the talk about
Nigga, fuck what you gon' do (fuck 'em)
What's the talk about
Nigga, let your shooters shoot (turn up)
Boy, I know I don't fuck with you
(fuck 'em)
I knew that it was something to you (aye)
You ain't a shooter, April fools (turn up)
Stop trying boy, I'll make a move

Trap, trap, trap, trap
Taking risks and profiting
Spray your block like, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Look at what that choppa did
Shorty told me I ain't shit
I took it as a compliment
You so busy pocket watching
All you got is pocket lint
Hard to follow, slow dimension
All I want is dope for Christmas
Jonesy, you a trap God
I should have my own religion
Made myself a boss
Then I gave myself a raise
She asked me for some money
All I gave her was some game (yikes)
What's the talk about if
Money ain't the conversation?
I ain't got to say a word
To make a fashion statement
You'd be the realest nigga standing
If I took a seat my shooters like the NBA
They got a quick release whip it in a pan
It's jumping back 10
Caught up in that rush
I would call it Jackie Chan
Y'all niggas ain't no killers
Y'all niggas some hoes
Real niggas ride or die together
Dig us a hole (yeah)
What's the talk about it's family first
We not related
Them people's asking you some questions
You cooperated what's the talk about
You never spoke when I was broke
I got so many they giving me plenty
I know that they want it and I got it all!

What's the talk about
Boy you know I don't fuck with you
(fuck 'em) what's the talk about
You know I got my gun, I'll shoot
What's the talk about
Nigga, fuck what you gon' do (fuck 'em)
What's the talk about
Nigga, let your shooters shoot (turn up)
Boy, I know I don't fuck with you
(fuck 'em)
I knew that it was something to you (aye)
You ain't a shooter, April fools (turn up)
Stop trying boy, I'll make a move