(ET Pluto goin' crazy, man)

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 than him, that bitch survived, he got blicked down

Beef with us, can't come outside, we make a **** 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 **** 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