GTA 6 Foolio

[Intro]
Uh uh uh
Shoot that shit
I don’t like spin on the opps
It ain’t fun no more
They don’t come outside
6

[Chorus]
Just hit they block
We got that shit, on lock
The opps don’t make that fun fun
And im so thirsty to bust this drac’
I swear Ima shoot
Soon as I see some
Ridin’ 4 deep, we got 4 heads
And its body counts on each gun
Drop my name inside your diss
Gon’ make me drop one of you peans

[Verse 1]
Hit the lights and drop the windows
You won’t make it home for christmas
Like the way lil bro had swung that door
And sat on top that window
Crackas pull over my car
We going fed with all these pistols
Between me ride with cojak
And that a bondo full of killas
Kill a opp make him a stack
Gon’ turn his name into a trend
Turn his name into a block
And turn my opps into my fans
She a freak inside them sheets
But she a doctor on the gram
Im moving forward with all my beef
Try and dodge these shots gonna need a ram