April Fools - Metro Boomin

Whats the talk about

I don’t even fuck with you

Talk 'bout me?

I don’t notice you

It’s Metro Boomin on the beat, *trails off*

What’s the talk about

Boy you know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)

What’s the talk about

You know I got my gun, I’ll shoot

What’s the talk about

Nigga, fuck what you gon' do, (fuck 'em)

What’s the talk about

Nigga, let your shooters shoot, (turn up)

Boy, I know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)

I knew that it was something to you, (aye)

You ain’t a shooter, April fools, (turn up)

Stop trying boy, I’ll make a move

You ain’t a shooter, April fools

Stop trying boy, I’ll aim and shoot

I’m loading 'till I make the news

These drugs, they

What’s the talk about, nigga, fuck what you gon' do

Wh — what’s the talk about, you know I keep my pistol too

I fuck bitches by the dozen, cause of their attitude

And get money by the hour, show no gratitude

What’s the talk about, nigga, I love bitches too

I make bitches fuck each other,

Ain’t no «talk it out,» nigga, we could rather shoot

Sneak dissing, boy, get your ass turned to soup

What’s the talk about

Boy you know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)

What’s the talk about

You know I got my gun, I’ll shoot

What’s the talk about

Nigga, fuck what you gon' do, (fuck 'em)

What’s the talk about

Nigga, let your shooters shoot, (turn up)

Boy, I know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)

I knew that it was something to you, (aye)

You ain’t a shooter, April fools, (turn up)

Stop trying boy, I’ll make a move

Trap, trap, trap, trap, taking risks and profiting

Spray your block like, boom, boom, boom, boom, look at what that choppa did

Shorty told me I ain’t shit, I took it as a compliment

You so busy pocket watching, all you got is pocket lint

Hard to follow, slow dimension

All I want is dope for Christmas

Jonesy, you a trap God, I should have my own religion

Made myself a boss, then I gave myself a raise

She asked me for some money, all I gave her was some game, (yikes!)

What’s the talk about if money ain’t the conversation?

I ain’t got to say a word to make a fashion statement

You’d be the realest nigga standing if I took a seat

My shooters like the NBA, they got a quick release

Whip it in a pan

It’s jumping back 10

Caught up in that rush, I would call it Jackie Chan

Y’all niggas ain’t no killers, y’all niggas some hoes

Real niggas ride or die together, dig us a hole, (yeah)

What’s the talk about it’s family first, we not related

Them people’s asking you some questions, you cooperated

What’s the talk about, you never spoke when I was broke

I got so many

They giving me plenty

I know that they want it

And I got it all!

What’s the talk about

Boy you know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)

What’s the talk about

You know I got my gun, I’ll shoot

What’s the talk about

Nigga, fuck what you gon' do, (fuck 'em)

What’s the talk about

Nigga, let your shooters shoot, (turn up)

Boy, I know I don’t fuck with you, (fuck 'em)

I knew that it was something to you, (aye)

You ain’t a shooter, April fools, (turn up)

Stop trying boy, I’ll make a move