Free Smoke Foolio (Ft. G Herbo)

[Intro: Foolio]
Ayo, Kutoff
Ayy
Hey, it's 2021 (Ayy) but we in 2022 already, ayy
Ooh, it's Wavy808
Big six, back on that same shit
1646 Brick Baby
Brr, bup
Ayy, nigga, ayy
What's goin' on? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Six (Bah, bah)
Handin' out all smoke, nigga
'Dats rule one (Six)
You gon' respect these guns

[Verse 1: Foolio]
I got Bibby on my mind, steppin' for that boy Osama
That nigga dropped a diss about me, but know I'm the one who shot 'em
Every time a new opp die, we hit the club and pop some bottles
Checkin' all these niggas temples 'till they claimin' that Impala
On the Six wit' them robbers, they the ones who rob the robbers
Point a finger and they drop 'em, I'm original Don Dada
Catchin' feelin's for my Glock, but still in lovе with this new choppa
Ask the city, know we litty, wе the ones who catchin' bodies
The other side, they ain't on shit
Dissin' 8, he got me pissed
Swang on me, he shot and missed
I'm shootin' back, he dropped his stick
I put a Carti' on my wrist
I put some bundles on yo' bitch
My shooter told me, "Drop a bag,"
He takin' each and every hit
Glock 23 in arm reach
Got 23's on my feet
You can duck from everything, but you can't duck this ARP
Bro watch that cut, watch that street
On that car, on that Jeep
Hit a boss in a Hellcat, I damn near wrecked the SRT
Quarter million worth of diamonds, this shit cost yo' life insurance
Every Glock come wit' a switch, you know I like my bitches foreign
I heard the boss tried to run, they left his head all on a horn
I ain't checkin' in no city, why you think we buyin' guns?
Bitch, I'm runnin' to that loot
Like Tupac, I got the juice
I heard you talkin' like these hoes, outchere lackin', movin' loose
Rap cappin' in the booth
Hoppin' out that two-door coupe
All I wear is hangin' out then sendin' shots all out the roof