Fools Gold Lyrics

[Intro]
I-I-I
Waterrr
BNYX

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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' a fray, I asked them how to save a life, thеy told me rhyme
This ain't mumble rap (I-I-I)
I was stеppin' on shit until I pop like bubble wrap
On my route disguised with a hand gun in my bucket hat
If IG stands for instant gratification, f*ck a double tap
'Cause I don't f*ck with that
Anti-ask 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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
f*ck he 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 grinding like they Kyle, flip heels, they need a walker, waterrr
I took his girl, now he got no boo (I-I-I)
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 pallet do?
BLP unthankable, I make the chairman take a seat
Evolute within for transformation, I might wake the beast (Waterrr)
Extended clip hanging out my Dungarees
They booted me while steppin on a pest but now they hungry
They say jit done made his way up out the field like a fallow
Florida man, I'm getting goosebumps, smell the tornado
Wayne Gratzsky swing the stick, street hockey, but I don't play though
Pull up to the intersection, lookin' crazy, Ben Kadow

[Chorus]
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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