Lyrics

What ya' say Boog? Boog said hold on Yea we was on that, that's what I'm sayin' Ya know what I'm sayin' the quality crazy Oh lordy lord Billy you done did it again Pick the phone up (hello), put the phone down (shit) Tell them lil niggas go and get they own style Tell them niggas we a do it on our own now (yea, yea nigga) Niggas runnin' round this bitch, I got clones now Lil bitch tryna come and find the room now Hit her good now she tryna jump the broom now (shit) Hold on ma it's too soon lemme cool down (Nah, nah) Tell them niggas move around fo' we move rounds This hit like a earthquake, it a move ground (move, move) Lil nigga just 18, he got two 9s Tryna take some lil bread that's a crouton (crouton) Get in a bitch head when you move on (for real) Smoke a bow in a week, but it's too strong (aye for real) Gettin hoed by a freak is the new low Can't hoe a young g I got two mo' (I got two mo) I don't like to go to sleep cause I'm (Yeah) I don't even go to sleep, cause I'm too up I done went deep now the girl think we booed up Tryna move up, tryna hang? I don't noose much All white buffs, lil nigga think I'm Ku Klux (think I'm Ku Klux) I was in the Rays though, catching rays though R.I.P. to Steve, I don't fuck with sting rays though Issa a whole lotta, (Yeah) by the case load Lil baby got a BBL, now her waist gone Lil baby took the stand, (tuh) now the case gone Loose lips sink ships, we above the hate tho Matter fact bitch, we above the Pesos Baby asked for the perk, bitch I don't take those (I don't take those) I was swervin' in Suburbans I was swervin' in a Rover You was at home with the Jergen's I don't even gotta talk much til' I find my purpose Middle finger to ya bitch ass, nigga I'm servin' (lil nigga) (Locs, Locs, Locs, Locs, Locs) Locs in my head like multiple combinations Drastic, I a run this shit like Jason Popped up, like Freddie Kruger while you dazing Shots up, my suspension never basic Way out the way, smoking day after day (yep) Mind stay learning like I teach my kids right aye Penmanship swift ask Taylor how I write aye Park the whip crooked, but I'm shredded then a knife aye Ronin spinning crazy, I got 10 in my Nikes aye (duh, duh) Still a hit the gym, run laps and peddle bikes aye Treadmill baby, how I stay going high Stay growing high, stay mowing Cut this shit up, to a level niggas hate going Balling like my groin, sorry I ain't cultured Had to max it out, prey like George Forman Aye, God dwell inside who my enemies Relationships I built I test 'em casually (duh) Got to know my work like a factory (gotta know, gotta know) Business start to fail cause of faculty She got good head, yea actually (actually) I'm bout to go and commit assault and battery (damn) Me and bro, we'll take out a factory (facts) On some John Wick shit don't play with me (get the fuck outta here) I told y'all niggas I'm a real one (real one) I was on the block and I was stealing shit (facts) Young nigga with the sauce, I'll take yo bitch (take her) Had the nine on me, I was well equipped Yea, I was riding through the city (though the city) Yea Imma shooter, I been done dropped 50 (fa, fa, fa) Yea, I'm feeling like 50 (50) Yea, I got power, can't let these stars get me (bitch) I drift so swiftly, in a Lambo, I'm bout to get a Lambo Fuck around and get a Range Rov (Range Rov) I remember my nigga, Squad was in a Range Rov Fuck the hate, say it to my face (face) Yea, fuck around and get erased (shit erased) I'm just a young thug tryna beat a case Get to spraying at yo face, no it ain't no mace (no it ain't) Yea you'll think this shit laced (laced) Cause this shit crack, you can't get yo shit back (nope) Yea these niggas sleeping on me like Snorlax And yo bitch just left, she took a hoe bath You feel me
Writer(s): Derrick Coleman, Kyle Shipp, Lawrence Turner, Sam Tate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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