WWE Lyrics – Foolio
Just got that call, they shot up my dawg, I’m pulling up there ain’t no questions
I’m tryna get even
*** I’m a demon, tryna send you straight to heaven (rrrah)
Step on a opp in Guiseppe (Guiseppes)
Got *** on my mind like Melly (Melly)
Big bro keep his ***, fresh outta prison, he thinking a convicted felon (facts)
? just beat up his celly (damn)
I heard “what’s his name?” telling (damn)
Got ? in a jam like jelly
Cho solid, I know he ain’t telling (free Cho)
Boy in this life we sinning, I pray we make it to heaven (on gang)
Some of my brothers they jealous (urg), one call ? (rrrah)
How you say you real, but fake? (fake)
Why you killed your dawgs, a snake? (slatt)
How your brothers got killed by you and your scary ass flew out the state? (*** your ass)
Lotta niggas got got dropped by Eight (By Eight)
Heart broke they killed TK (TK)
If you ain’t getting money for the gang, sliding or trapping, then you in the way (you in the way)
*** creepy, Ion got no circle (I don’t)
I’m patient, just like a turtle (turtle)
JB got convicted for ***, the police is opps, we working (we working)
Drilling, that was my hobby (hobby)
We could go body for body (body)
We could go choppa for choppa (chop)
Face shot, won’t see no doctor (rrrah)
I got my Glock in my left hand, I got my person on the right (person on the right)
*** I’m a drilla, *** I’ma killer, *** I’m a thief in the night (the night)
Like Shh get shot off your bike (like shh)
Perc ?, got me *** as a kite (10)
I stay with my strap like a *** (a ***)
A shooter, I’m not tryna fight (I’m not,,, ha)
I swear to God I wish a opp would try me
WWE, war with everybody (everybody)
We don’t do no talking, we just tryna catch bodies (tryna catch a body), we just tryna catch bodies (tryna catch bodies)
WWE, war with everybody (with everybody)
Days off, I wish a opp would try me (opp would try me,,, haaa,,, six), I swear we catching bodies
WWE, war with everybody
*** I ball like the Lakers (Lakers)
Florida boy, *** I’m a gator (I’m a gator)
I swear I’ma *** all my haters (rrrah)
I stay in the field like The Raiders (the Raiders)
Off, zooted and booted off ?
Posted up on the 6 with my glocky
Twenty bands in my left pocket (damn)
Medusa she stay on my body (Versace)
I’m tryna hit for a big bag, then bring it home to the team (to the team)
I’m finally on tour, I swear to God, bruh this *** is a dream (a dream)
*** all the opps, sippin’ on Wok, lil bro trippin’ off lean (off lean)
Play crazy, we shoot up the scene (rrrah)
Big 6 from the bricks, I’ma king (I’m the king ***,,, haa,,, gang)
