Sulaiman, Chance The Rapper - Fam and Foolies lyrics
[Sulaiman, Chance The Rapper - Fam and Foolies lyrics]
What's Gucci? It's Chance and it's Sulai
Oh, no, hope the fans don't sue me
One false move, that's your ass Mr postman
Off top, bald crop, soft spot, Rogaine?
Whip cream? No thanks no brain, so lame
Rather rub my stick than settle
For an old flame gold chain, gold ring
Somethin' from a old king
New addition, cold things
I see you rockin' Pro Wings
Kind of awesome knowing that it's
Always snowin' over there
Only promise baby is that I
Promise I won't overbear
Cause, I don't want a Kobe care
I don't want a Tiger trap
Is it worth me buyin' that? I'm
Thinking when I'm eyein' that
I'm flyin' and she fine but do
I really want a flyin' rat?
I was gone off the shrooms
With my lil nigga father figure
Standing in the room
Watch him as he blossom like
He came from a cocoon
Know the tune got the boom cause
It came from Nez and Rio
Do it any weather nigga caliente
Frio for the people
What's Gucci? It's Chance and it's Sulai
In the Land shaking hands with
The fam and the foolies
Oh, no, hope the fans don't sue me
I made a couple grand now
My pants don't suit me
I found maggots on my salad
On the check that's on the tablet
On the hands of a waitress whose
A fat chick on the Atkins
Who just happens to be actin' like I
Owe her any scratch and that
Food wasn't even crackin' so I'm
Dippin' at the back
I'm out that jam, up out that jam, up
Out that jam, up out that jam, boy
I heard you going HAM boy
I heard you got some fans boy
What happened to that Chan boy?
He used to going ham-mor
You young don't end up Earl then
End up missin' down in Samoa
He got talent, and got talent
And got Marcus and got dad
And got suspended in the challenge
Andrew Barber and then Fallon
And then Leno and then Helen
You just smokin' for the feelin'
And the high when you unbalanced don't
That shit just feel like heaven?
So fuck with lil nitty, I'm boost I'm kitty
Hoes is just thirsty
My juice just too hittin'
Damn that, you finessin' boy you two sips in
And burn two more doobs for
My niggas that's missin', rIP
Oh, no, hope the fans don't sue me
One false move, that's your ass Mr postman
Off top, bald crop, soft spot, Rogaine?
Whip cream? No thanks no brain, so lame
Rather rub my stick than settle
For an old flame gold chain, gold ring
Somethin' from a old king
New addition, cold things
I see you rockin' Pro Wings
Kind of awesome knowing that it's
Always snowin' over there
Only promise baby is that I
Promise I won't overbear
Cause, I don't want a Kobe care
I don't want a Tiger trap
Is it worth me buyin' that? I'm
Thinking when I'm eyein' that
I'm flyin' and she fine but do
I really want a flyin' rat?
I was gone off the shrooms
With my lil nigga father figure
Standing in the room
Watch him as he blossom like
He came from a cocoon
Know the tune got the boom cause
It came from Nez and Rio
Do it any weather nigga caliente
Frio for the people
What's Gucci? It's Chance and it's Sulai
In the Land shaking hands with
The fam and the foolies
Oh, no, hope the fans don't sue me
I made a couple grand now
My pants don't suit me
I found maggots on my salad
On the check that's on the tablet
On the hands of a waitress whose
A fat chick on the Atkins
Who just happens to be actin' like I
Owe her any scratch and that
Food wasn't even crackin' so I'm
Dippin' at the back
I'm out that jam, up out that jam, up
Out that jam, up out that jam, boy
I heard you going HAM boy
I heard you got some fans boy
What happened to that Chan boy?
He used to going ham-mor
You young don't end up Earl then
End up missin' down in Samoa
He got talent, and got talent
And got Marcus and got dad
And got suspended in the challenge
Andrew Barber and then Fallon
And then Leno and then Helen
You just smokin' for the feelin'
And the high when you unbalanced don't
That shit just feel like heaven?
So fuck with lil nitty, I'm boost I'm kitty
Hoes is just thirsty
My juice just too hittin'
Damn that, you finessin' boy you two sips in
And burn two more doobs for
My niggas that's missin', rIP