Fool
Izaya Lyrics
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He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass
Even my lil cuz' could take yo' bitch
It ain't that hard man we pull up
'boom boom boom boom' with
Them choppas like it's Taliban
We might just pop him out his shit
Fly this bitch out lil nigga
I fuck this hoe because she flawless
I do my money dance, 'dadada dadadadada'
She don't really fuck wit' me
She just want a lil' Prada bag
You want smoke with me lil' boy?
Then come on, pull up, take a stab
I got locs, I think they can
Not wait to pull up, blow 'ya stache off
Give like 5k to my nigga, he'll pull up
Blow ya' ass off and we gon' leave a nigga
Wetter than a rainstorm
We leave him, 'wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet'
Yeah lil' stripper bitch gon' suck me down
'cause my pockets fat
And we down for whatever
Bullets hot, they gon' give lil boy a fever
'Way we get money
They thought it was a cheat code
Think I want to fly this
Bitch out straight from Rio
Sippin' on Wock'
No we ain't sippin' on no Tito's
Shooters, they hit you from ten feet, yeah
That's a free-throw
Hollow tips gon' chew ya' body like a Frito
It get cold out there
You gotta turn ya' heat on
When I'm off that Percocet baby
'leave me 'lone and I want all these
Drugs and these diamonds
Just like a god damn fool
I still got shooters, got shooters
They in the field
This shit get hectic lil boy
It's crazy 'cause they fight for real
We gettin' rich, we do what we want
Don't give a fuck bout mass appeal
I hit up my nigga, say I'm on the way
He say he gon' crack a lil seal
You know my nigga go crazy as fuck
I give him 5k you get killed
Off of that lean I get lazy
As fuck, lazy as fuck, for real
Nigga I ain't signing shit
I need M's for a deal
I like finer shit, expensive shit
It's how I live
He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass
Even my lil cuz' could take yo' bitch
It ain't that hard man we pull up
'boom boom boom boom' with them
Choppas like it's Taliban
We might just pop him out his
Shit, then wet his hoe, then wet his top man
Fly this bitch out lil nigga
I fuck this hoe because she flawless
I do my money dance, 'dadada dadadadada'
She don't really fuck wit' me, she
Just want a lil' Prada bag, out
Brand new Prada bag
The lyrics of Izaya Tiji's song "Fool" revolve around themes of power, dominance, and materialism. The song presents a confident and boastful tone, with the artist asserting his superiority over others. The repeated phrase "He a fool" suggests that the artist sees himself as smarter and more cunning than his adversaries.
The lyrics also touch upon the concept of loyalty and trust within the artist's circle of friends. He mentions giving his friend 5k to "pull up" and eliminate someone, highlighting a sense of camaraderie and willingness to protect one another. The reference to "shooters in the field" adds to the image of a tightly-knit group willing to engage in violence to maintain their status.
Materialism and the pursuit of luxury goods are also evident in the lyrics. The artist mentions "a lil' Prada bag" as something that a woman desires, implying that he uses material possessions to attract and control women. This emphasis on material wealth and status is further reinforced by references to expensive brands like Prada and the desire for diamonds and finer things in life.
Overall, the lyrics of "Fool" depict a character who exudes confidence and power, using violence, money, and material possessions to assert dominance over others.
Line by Line Meaning
He a fool, we send shots right at his dumbass
He is foolish, so we attack him without hesitation
Even my lil cuz' could take yo' bitch
Even someone inexperienced could steal your girlfriend
It ain't that hard man we pull up
It's not difficult, we arrive with force
'boom boom boom boom' with them choppas like it's Taliban
We fire the guns rapidly like the Taliban
We might just pop him out his shit
We might shoot him out of his existence
Then wet his hoe, then wet his top man
Then we shoot his girlfriend, then shoot his leader
Fly this bitch out lil nigga
Take this girl away, young man
I fuck this hoe because she flawless
I have sex with this woman because she is perfect
I do my money dance, 'dadada dadadadada'
I celebrate my wealth with my signature dance
She don't really fuck wit' me, she just want a lil' Prada bag
She doesn't genuinely like me, she only desires a small Prada bag
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