Popout (ft. Foolio)

Julio foolio-Maybe i was wrong

Julio foolio-John Legend unreleased

Foolio - Lamborghini Dreams

Album vocals isolated and put over the high quality original beat.
Lyrics:
Inhalin' smoke, I'm nonchalant, they say i'm actin' funny 
But I know niggas only come around cause I got money 
Fuck niggas had shot up my car, swear they dropped a hunnid 
Bullets flyin' through my whip, ain't even see them comin' 
Ain't nothin working, soul-searchin', God give me answers 
Boy, this perc'll turn a nurse into a belly dancer 
That last opp got killed for nothin' like a Fortnite random
Vapes, blacks, cigarettes, we want all the cancer
Lil' bro walk down on that car, that shit look suspicious 
Bust a left, put it in reverse, then I get to hittin' 
This shit disgusting, on cousin, damn I'm smokin' Willie 
War scars need more than stitches if you wanna heal it 
We at war, grab your glizzy, niggas outside fishin' 
If I slip up one time, then them boys gon' kill me 
All that spinnin' I did with Dot, damn I'm gettin' dizzy 
Take the clip reverse, flip it, it don't leave no witness 
Lately, I don't even trust nobody, I gotta watch my back 
Say you ain't a killer to you kill somebody you love and that shit facts 
I told Kapps, you can retire, you got too many hats
I'm on my block, you sendin' shots fuck nigga, we sendin' em back 
The only rapper in my city ain't scared to drop my lo
Just call my bluff, just turn me up, we could go blow for blow 
And I got thots to set him up, I could go hoe for hoe 
Chop his throat, better get low, when I up and blow 
And free KShordy swear to God, jit you got my heart 
I wish we woulda had that talk, you woulda been movin' smart 
We both had niggas in our ear, we had to play our part 
Don't let that time get to you, my nigga, you a star 
Look to the sky, I'm askin' why, but it's too late for questions 
Look, bro, you want advice from me, I advise, keep your weapon 
Conversations in the dark, just like John Legend 
Found out my dog was tellin', that shit so embarrassing 
Foolio don't go outside without his pole 
They say he on the internet and all he do is troll 
They say them jits be killin' for him and they takin' souls 
They say that shit had broke his heart, found out his brother told 
They sayin' that interrogation, he stuck to the code 
They say that boy ain't got no feelings and his heart so cold 
They say shit been gettin' creepy, yellin' free D Rose 
They say karma round the corner and death gettin' close 
Back in my city clutchin' my glizzy, I'm in the back of the back
Glock 19, it come with a beam, the 30, the switches attached 
He think it's sweet, he feel my heat, fuck nigga, no button 
I feel like scrap, I feel like Eight when I hang out of the splat 
Ain't no peace, can't squash this beef, I need them niggas dead 
Stand over him, two to the chest and put one in his head 
My opp so goofy, celebrate because you hit my leg 
When we come through, we out the roof, we hittin' face and dreads 
I swear to God, boy, we been with this shit 
After druggin, we was out there thuggin' hard since the jit 
Free my brothers, they was poppin' for this shit 
Rest in peace to all my brothers, they was rockin' for this shit

Julio foolio-Maybe i was wrong

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