Fools Gold

Oxy
Propane
Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy
Ooh ooh ooh
Aye ooh ooh ooh
Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy
All that lonely wit' a love boy
Fools gold, no talkin, interrupt joy
Don’t be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh
Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh
Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys
I got Hi-Tech waiting on me, used to jug for it
Your bitch pull up wit' them sprites and them woods for us
I got Sawbuck we on Melrose in a dub toy
I ain’t give her that attention she gon' look for it
Niggas fakin, I don’t care, couldn’t get a hook from me
What I say 'bout all these questions 'bout the fuck boys
Woah, all that flexin you are out, ay
Hope you called the Uber I’m a demon off these downers
I’m dealin the dust and spillin lean all on my trousers
I love 'em but fuck 'em niggas schemin' out they trousers
Ain’t ya done wit' the- whoa
Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy
Fools gold, no talkin, and ah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy, whoa
All that lonely wit' a love boy, aye
Don’t be fooled by the drugs boy, whoa