"Foolio Dead" lyrics
Spinabenz & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa Lyrics
Foolio dead for real, it's not a joke
I know they said that the last time, this time it's not a hoax
I'm from Jacksonville, we jack and kill, pop that steel, gang, let's go
Walkin' like a blind man, stick walkin' with that pole
I'm ready for war, so I play it raw, they done got me pissed off
1942, we not drinkin' Kristov
That boy a big pack, roll him up, big smoke
His momma stronger that him, that bitch survived, he got blicked down
Beef with us, can't come outside, we make a nigga stay in
It's a celebration, big pack, at the Holiday Inn
Ain't no self revive, he died for real, but we ain't playin'
Play with Whop, we quick to slide, they know them choppers sprayin'
Ayy, I'm with Spinabenz
Can't catch him, we hit his friend
Glock party, I'm smokin' opp pack, like, "Put that 8 in"
You can't run from that big chop', that voodoo ain't save him
Their whole crew 'bout gone, rest in peace to the whole 6
Foolio dead for real, his ass a ghost
That's a stupid question now, don't ask me, "Who I smoke"
Dead man down, they said it's Charles Jones
He can't self revive now, all the voodoo gone
Charles dead for real
I had to say that boy real name, so y'all know it's real
Out here in the field, I never lack, I keep my steel
Graveyard gang, they know we poppin' shit like pills
I would tell you, "Ask Charles Jones", but he dead for real
This time, it's serious
He ain't coming back, and if he do, y'all can kill me
Somebody got to die, it can't be us, we gotta kill
We might have to touch one of these niggas to make 'em feel it
Florida rapper, Julio Foolio, was shot and killed in Tampa overnight
Foolio, whose legal name is Charles Jones, was celebrating his 26th birthday when this all happened
I know they said that the last time, this time it's not a hoax
I'm from Jacksonville, we jack and kill, pop that steel, gang, let's go
Walkin' like a blind man, stick walkin' with that pole
I'm ready for war, so I play it raw, they done got me pissed off
1942, we not drinkin' Kristov
That boy a big pack, roll him up, big smoke
His momma stronger that him, that bitch survived, he got blicked down
Beef with us, can't come outside, we make a nigga stay in
It's a celebration, big pack, at the Holiday Inn
Ain't no self revive, he died for real, but we ain't playin'
Play with Whop, we quick to slide, they know them choppers sprayin'
Ayy, I'm with Spinabenz
Can't catch him, we hit his friend
Glock party, I'm smokin' opp pack, like, "Put that 8 in"
You can't run from that big chop', that voodoo ain't save him
Their whole crew 'bout gone, rest in peace to the whole 6
Foolio dead for real, his ass a ghost
That's a stupid question now, don't ask me, "Who I smoke"
Dead man down, they said it's Charles Jones
He can't self revive now, all the voodoo gone
Charles dead for real
I had to say that boy real name, so y'all know it's real
Out here in the field, I never lack, I keep my steel
Graveyard gang, they know we poppin' shit like pills
I would tell you, "Ask Charles Jones", but he dead for real
This time, it's serious
He ain't coming back, and if he do, y'all can kill me
Somebody got to die, it can't be us, we gotta kill
We might have to touch one of these niggas to make 'em feel it
Florida rapper, Julio Foolio, was shot and killed in Tampa overnight
Foolio, whose legal name is Charles Jones, was celebrating his 26th birthday when this all happened
