Rico Nasty - Damn Fool lyrics

[Intro: Highlife Cato] Damn, I just walked out Neiman Marcus with a shopping card Can't afford it, you just leave it in the shopping cart I'm tryna put spikes on my feet so it ain't hurt to kick it Same b**h used to lean on me tryna kick it [Hook: Highlife Cato] You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That n***a think he cool but he don't got the juice You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That n***a think he cool but he don't got the juice [Verse 1: Highlife Cato] You'se a damn fool it's something in my juice It's something in my juice that got me saying f** in twos That gas on me in booth, I gotta watch my moves A n***a play with game and leave him, he into it too Damn, I just walked out Neiman Marcus with a shopping card Can't afford it, you just leave it in the shopping cart I'm tryna put spikes on my feet so it ain't hurt to kick it Same b**h used to lean on me tryna kick it She say what's the lawyer fee, them b**hes look expensive Fly (?) and a Roll' got everyone offended She wanna f** me cause she heard that the dick tremendous I f**ed that b**h and kicked her out just like I'm the (?) I been flipping since I learned to turn a one a to two I'm tryna turn my f**ing Beamer to a Bentley coupe I'm tryna cap, mask down, catch (?) snooze In high school we was at your parties with that boom She don't want no b**h n***a cause the b**h ain't gay Whip clean, riding dirty on the interstate You buying (?) I'm just tryna buy some real estate No OG man, (?) and you get k**ed today [Hook: Highlife Cato] You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That n***a think he cool but he don't got the juice You a damn fool, you a damn fool Better play it cool, Broadstreet got the tool Better stay in school or end up on the news That n***a think he cool but he don't got the juice [Verse 2: Rico Nasty] Money is the mission Shoot you like Scottie Pippen I think your shoes untied because lil b**h you really tripping That lean is what I'm sipping I don't think that you listening Them hoes still hating on me, oh God you must be kidding, ya My b**hes trap out the ounce Baby girl keep my name out your mouth Drugs coming in straight from the south While I'm getting money you sit on the couch Black and white b**hes just like a Zebra You're (?) n***a a tinker I'm in the throw while you sit on the bleachers Twitter b**hes s**ing just like some (?) Raf Simmons, no I don't want Adidas Shooters shooting just like Trevor Ariza Pockets sloppy, that's just sauce on the pizza Selling d** like that sh** ain't illegal Hit you twice like a motherf**ing sequel Baby girl, me and you are not illegal Wrist cold like a motherf**ing freezer Bullets hot like a motherf**ing fever