Lyrical Breakdown of I Pity the Fool - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yeah
Zone 1 gang, we post on the block
Nigga diss on my game then I'll pop at your top
It's a big bad world when I'm drop at the top
And I'm watching my bed for the snake, be crooked
Nigga run at my track then you gon' catch a face shot
Zone 1, Westside, post on the block
Nigga play with that guac and I knock up your top
Nigga play with that money then off with your head
I'll slam the Lamborghini on the lead
Nigga diss on my game then I'm having you dead
Dropped a gelato, I painted it red
He dope, when I shot he got hit in the head
Stupid as fuck, he must be a sped
My nigga goofy as fuck, boy you heard what I said
Hop out the top, off with your nеck
Dropped a bugatti and copped me a jеt
That's on the gang
We 'bout that money, wrist double R Cullinan
Nigga I'm really rich
Why the fuck would you cap what you did?
Why the fuck would you cap at the kid?
Why the fuck you cap? Had the cup with the semi
The kid spinnin' around with the roof of the city
Ain't nobody from my hood do what I did
Bullet proof Cullinan
Back to back Maybach, I trap out the W
38 rough, it is on top the attitude
Big Draco nigga went virals off interviews
This on my gang that I got to get rid of you (gotta get rid of you)
I pity the fool
I pity, I pity
I pity the fool
I pity, I pity
I pity the fool
I pity, I pity
I pity, I pity they just try to stay with me
I trap through this here, made it out of the city
Give me a tool
They know I had a rock in my jewels
I bust out the cup with that chopper
We blessin' it, you cruel, they know we do
You diss on the gang and you makin' the news
I drop out the top and I painted it blue
I count up my money, they coming in blue
His money is green, my money is blue
His money is old, my money is new (Draco)
This on my gang, head shot, face shot, neck shot, leg shot, face shot
We pop out the top
I grip on the glock, ooh
Convertible drop, ooh
I'm rockin' my jewel, fool
This murder gang, money gang stress out they game
You know 'em
I pity, I pity, I pity, I pity
I pity, I pity, I pity, I pity (yeah)
I pity the fool, I ride with my tool
I'm strokin' my jewels, you know they my crew (Draco)
Pity the fool, I skip it for two
Online, miss the T but I pity the fool
Chopper, he shoot just like rocker, flocker
Pop out that cup and I'm guapin', guapin'
Rockin' that feelin', I'm still shoppin'
Shoot the Draco like a-
And it lick it so awesome
It be Draco, nigga, ain't rockin' no false one
All Louis V there, ain't no imposter
I'm drippin
Ain't slippin', ain't slippin'
Got that stick, that stick
Shoo, leave a nigga missing
That's a Smith and Wesson (Draco)
Achoo, I bless him
Big Draco nigga, it lay on my dresser
She wouldn't answer, think I will suppress her
RFA ting with the radar, our Tesla
He catchin' the air, he feelin'
I'm blessin' the air (thoughts of my rude girl)
Amateur dude and that little boy missin'
Drop in the water, he sleep with the fishes
I'm a piranha, I eat all these niggas
Big Draco, big Draco