Fool Ya Lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye, aye, aye 

Bang Bang Bang! 

Doh, doh doh doh 

Skert, skert, skert 

(DP on the beat) 

Hundred for the one's 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 your box of bullets 

Shoot 'em at your stomach 

And shoot at your medulla 

With my ruger 

Smoking Tooka 

In my beamer 

I'm a fool 

Pull up on ya 

Pull up to ya 

Switch cars 

Did I fool ya? 

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Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah 

Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya 

Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer 

Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter 

It go faster than a Harley 

Someone please pass me the damn Molly 

Even though I don't smoke with nobody 

I don't need no bodyguard I got my body 

Got my Tommy 

Shoot this shit right up at your tummy 

Now you're looking like a zombie 

Trying to get help but you couldn't find it 

My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli 

'Member when I used to eat ravioli? 

Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony 

Anything she want, you know I'm on it 

That money I be on it 

I ain't got no business sitting on it 

I just got some business with getting money 

You ain't talking money, that shit phony 

Photos 

So we're coolin' in my mansion 

Holding your bitch for randsom 

How much you got to get her back fam 

She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty 

Boy I heard your belt Versace 

I got 50 times Versace in my pocket 

Money be my logic 

So you know I'm all about it