Sulaiman - Fam And The Foolies lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

What's Gucci? It's Chance and the Sulai

Oh no, the fans gone sue me

(Verse: Sulaiman)

One false move, that's your ass Mr. Postman

Of top bar, crop soft spot, Rogaine

Whip cream? No thanks

No brain, so lame

Rather rub my stick than settle for an old flame

Gold chain, gold ring, somethin' for my old king

New addition, cold things, I see you rockin' pro wings

Kind of awesome knowing that it's always snowin' over there

Only promise baby is that I promise I won't overbear

Cause I don't want a Kobe kid, I don't want a Tiger trap

Is it worth me buyin' that? I'm thinking when I'm eyein' that

I'm flyin' as she fine me, do I really want a flyin' rat?

I was gone off the shrooms

When my lil' nigga father figure standing in the room

Watch him as he blossom like he came from a cocoon

Know the tune got the broom cause it came from Nez and Rio

Doing any weather nigga caliente frio for the people

(Hook x2)

What's Gucci? It's Chance and the Sulai

And the man shaking hands with the fam and the foolies

Oh no, the fans gone sue me

I made a couple grand now my pants don't suit me

(Verse: Chance The Rapper)

I found maggots on my salad, on the check that's on the tablet

On the hands of a waitress whose a fat chick on the Atkins

Who just happens to be actin' like I owe her any scratch and that

Food wasn't even crackin' so I'm dippin' at the back

I'm out that jam, up out that jam, up out that jam, up out that jam, boy

I heard you going HAM boy, I heard you got some fans boy

What happened to that Chan boy? He used to going ham-mor

You young don't end up Earl then end up missin' down in Samoa

He got talent, and got talent, and got Marcus and got dad

And got suspended in the challenge, Andrew Barber and then Fallon

And then Leno and then Helen, you just smokin' for the feelin'

And the high when you unbalanced don't that shit just feel like heaven?

So fuck with lil nitty, I'm boost I'm kitty

Hoes is just thirsty, my juice just too hittin'

Damn that, you finessin'

Boy you two sips in

And burn two more doobs for my niggas that's missin', rip

(Hook x2)

What's Gucci? It's Chance and the Sulai

And the man shaking hands with the fam and the foolies

Oh no, the fans gone sue me

I made a couple grand now my pants don't suit me