Letra de Fools Gold - BLP KOSHER

I-I-I-I

Waterrr

BNYX

Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin' pro

Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio

To the windows, to the wall, I call Lil Jon and he get low

Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go

Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin' pro

Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio

To the windows, to the wall, I call Lil Jon and he get low

Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go

That boy a Kappa, flying Delta, I fly private with that fye

They searchin' around for fools gold, tryna take what's mine

Too much built up tar but not from Xans, I'm holding onto the vine

I'm startin' to fray, I asked them how to save a life, they told me, "Rhyme"

This ain't mumble rap (I-I-I)

I was steppin' on shit until I popped like bubble wrap

On my route, disguised with a hand gun in my bucket hat

If IG stands for instant gratification, fuck a double tap

'Cause I don't fuck with that

Anti-ass people, you say somethin', they say the opposite

Broke out of my shell, I had to go Pacific like a nautilus

Checkin' all my foes right off the board 'cause that shit's not a list

I was at the halfway house, I’m about to go cop a crib in Nautilus

They kicked me outta every job, but now I'm worth a Nautilus Patek

I'm playin' mancala, fact checkers stickin' out they chest

They let the dreidel in the industry, but I ain't skippin' steps

Out the window playing the trumpet, I put Republicans in check

Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin' pro

Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio

To the windows, to the wall, I call Lil Jon and he get low

Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go

Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin' pro

Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio

To the windows, to the wall, I call Lil Jon and he get low

Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go

Fuck it, take me off the roster

Banana clip could turn a enemy to Bananas Foster

They used to try me out the locker, now I keep a chopper

Opps grindin' like they Kyle, flip heels, they need a walker, waterrr

I took his girl, now he got no boo, now that's Malibu

Me and Moe were leaving prints around Atlantic Avenue

Pockets tweakin', rolled ankle, but my pants black and blue

Acquired taste, and it also come from the nose, so what that palate do?

BLP unthinkable, I make the chairman take a seat

Evolute within, for transformation, I might wake the beast (Waterrr)

Extended clip hangin' out my dungarees

They booed at me while steppin' on a pest but now they Hungary

They say jit done made his way up out the field like a fallow

Florida man, I'm getting goosebumps, smell the tornado

Wayne Gretzky swing the stick, street hockey, but I don't play though

Pull up to the intersection, lookin' crazy, Ben Kadow

Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin' pro

Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio

To the windows, to the wall, I call Lil Jon and he get low

Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go

Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin' pro

Marilyn Monroe, he swing the stick like Joe DiMaggio

To the windows, to the wall, I call Lil Jon and he get low

Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go

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