Lyrics:
a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging
just writing these songs baby do you miss me
I speak on the truth only once like lil ho I am not silly (oh ho)
Stay back just counting my bread on my
hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo' ass when you was a lil' nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,
hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo' ass when you was a lil' nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,
I'm tryna make you climax to another level
Keep it on the low and I ain't never tellin
Kissin' and touchin', sexual seduction
You my lil' secret, I
gon' hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo'ass when you was a li'l nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,
hope when you're gone you miss kissin' my face. Oh, I hope that you see how bad you really want me. No I'm not mad you had to do what you did but I don't
Spur, spur, spur! KISA (Ah, ah, ah,)
We miss you Ceddy! (Yo, yo, bluh, ah, ah,)
Yeah, Love the way she feel me up when we kissin' (Blah!)
Pretty
yeah)
Big boy 5.56 stay by my hip, no fear of rippin shit (i'm not scared)
Eat what's in pants, bae get nervous, just start kissin it
Count up, count
call me back
Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
In New York with 3 bangers
Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
I
texting
I think that we going like
I'll never sweat if I think my
Conversing is fine
You ain't gone flip on me
Girl not this time
You stay politicing by
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
than jell
'Fore you get you a ring
You gon' take you some L's
If that phone keep ringing
Then I’m doing well i can’t get off the zip
I got saved by
(thot, thot)
Go get some racks what you better do (you thot)
Lil' bro on ya head for a band or two (come here)
I know he a handle you (gone)
Lil
my own I'll do it by my damn self
I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place
Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it
the matrix
Im with my dog I feel stewie Im in traffic clutching toolie
Made lil bitch wipe me down Im trill just like Im Boosie
Look at what that money make
performin' for a party
Niggas be late, then the bitch boy, you tardy
Don't fuck with bro, but I do miss lil torri
Bitches be cap never tell the whole story
I
of none you niggas, y'all some snitches
I got some girls that claim they straight but now they kissin'
These bitches switchin', tryna give my dick a hickey
you and your girls buyin purses
Lookin like two Miss Universe's
Make a nigga want to curse "Shit!"
Who them two bitches, let me go spit a couple
mentioned was a Gun
Like Damn nigga
You don't want want yo ones
If u can't Fight say that
Lets make the Situation Fun
Have lil sis Crack em and I ain't talkin
The hospitals,
Nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
Dead, two shots
I know you miss me
Who it's gon' be if it ain't me, lil' baby?
I'm in your city
'Cause I need it one more time
Might lose it all, I swear
I need
that shit some loose leaf
Im real gangster you can call me lil boosie
Like durk I won't slide but I make you hit the toosie
First year of college i ain't
you won't snitch
Middlemanin the plug
Just tryna get rich
Gotta ZaZa spliff
N you smokin on nics
Not finessin no more
Might make my lil bitch
Make you
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