Ghetto Mafia - Fool I Got Yay lyrics

Artist: Ghetto Mafia Album: Straight From the Dec Song: Fool I Got Yay (chorus 2x) Fool I got yay Straight from the dec on a grindin' day Late night I hit the hemp fold of greens Right back to the trap serving fiends (verse 1: Wicked) Check the eyes of a ragin' savage f** my b**h f** Oprah f** marriage Get it in gold Don't ask Wicked for sh** I'm over charging these n***as for this blowned up sh** Those punk-a** n***as in the hood want his cash back (Man y'all know you overcharged for dat count of wax(?)) I can't tell Nino They've added 'em up like burnouts (Just some punk-a** n***as who put the word out) I'm the judge I've got a grudge I'm holdin' court Gonna finish you n***a Gonna raid your fort Evidently y'all don't know I'm irregular Not your average dope dealer, burgular See I got yay so I'm in it for a minute Damn Columbians look to f** they own business I send a shoutout to my n***as in the cells Fallen Gs, broke n***as, and head swellers See y'all are b**hes and the jury can came with ease(?) All the cars in cribs can't fade my cheese Last night I had a talk with the devil He said, "Wicked(!) take this game to another level" In my mind ain't no peace but the 9 That's why I stay ever on the grind Grind in Decatum every day Fool I got yay (verse 2: Wicked) Fool I'm climbin' Straight grindin (Gangsta!) Still risin' I got my first 20 Gs at seventeen And f** a Benz I had a Chevy and Maclean's(?) All them years in the hood I turned them Gs s**ed the life from the hood like some fleas sh** was cool 'till we blew up Yeah, and now them faces are curious where we grew up Went from Jag to Jetta, Jetta to hooptie So them punk-a** cops wouldn't detect me I flipped an H(?) so I could fold and give double-ups My hip is blown(?) I can't sleep uncovered up I had to jump out the hood for several reasons b**hes were snitchin' n***as were schemin' And Ghetto Mafia was under inditement One from the fed One from the president (chorus) (outro)