Fool I Got Yay — текст песни (Ghetto Mafia)

(chorus 2x)

Fool I got yay
Straight from the dec on a grindin` day
Late night I hit the hemp fold of greens
Right back to the trap serving fiends

(verse 1: Wicked)

Check the eyes of a ragin` savage
Fuck my bitch
Fuck Oprah
Fuck marriage
Get it in gold
Don`t ask Wicked for shit
I`m over charging these niggas for this blowned up shit
Those punk-ass niggas in the hood want his cash back
(Man y`all know you overcharged for dat count of wax(?))
I can`t tell Nino
They`ve added `em up like burnouts
(Just some punk-ass niggas who put the word out)
I`m the judge I`ve got a grudge
I`m holdin` court
Gonna finish you nigga
Gonna raid your fort
Evidently y`all don`t know I`m irregular
Not your average dope dealer, burgular
See I got yay so I`m in it for a minute
Damn Columbians look to fuck they own business
I send a shoutout to my niggas in the cells
Fallen Gs, broke niggas, and head swellers
See y`all are bitches and the jury can came with ease(?)
All the cars in cribs can`t fade my cheese
Last night I had a talk with the devil
He said, Wicked(!) take this game to another level
In my mind ain`t no peace but the 9
That`s why I stay ever on the grind
Grind in Decatum every day
Fool I got yay

(verse 2: Wicked)

Fool I`m climbin`
Straight grindin
(Gangsta!)
Still risin`
I got my first 20 Gs at seventeen
And fuck a Benz I had a Chevy and Maclean`s(?)
All them years in the hood I turned them Gs
Sucked the life from the hood like some fleas
Shit was cool `till we blew up
Yeah, and now them faces are curious where we grew up
Went from Jag to Jetta, Jetta to hooptie
So them punk-ass cops wouldn`t detect me
I flipped an H(?) so I could fold and give double-ups
My hip is blown(?)
I can`t sleep uncovered up
I had to jump out the hood for several reasons
Bitches were snitchin`
Niggas were schemin`
And Ghetto Mafia was under inditement
One from the fed
One from the president

(chorus)

(outro)