Lyrics:
(my lil' brother)
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, what it's finna be? (What's up?)
I ain't crossin' down no nigga slept on no floor with me
Talk
the fuckin feet up lil nigah/diamonds is hittin/hittin so hard it prolly could give Stevie some vision
Attractin sight from ones who always out plottin tryna
boosie
so I picked the rawest one out the click
grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
[Chorus: repeat]
I need a thug in my life
and you
skrilla
Gone throw that ass for a real nigga
Gone shake that ass for a lil skrilla
I know I got yo main nigga tight
We be at my crib by the end of the night
That'll chop your fuckin' head off, and throw it on the grill
Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill
Send a finger to your moms and let
by my little choppa toy
Imma call up my lil' boy J-G
A we settle this shit now boy you gon' see
Now snap ya fingers to that snap music boy
Now snap ya
Please excuse me lil baby
I'm here to make movies
And remove a few groupie two pieces
Oouu Jesus
Look like a snack and I turned into Scooby
Might
you can point your fuckin' fingers
To say that's the bad guy
I'm tryna hit the road by tomorrow
I told the plug I need them things that can swim in
shakin in my draws
wonderin is dat a sign of a call from the big dawg
REPEAT COURSE
VERSE 3 BOOSIE:
My next dream i was on a island playin wit my lil
ain't uch gotta scream it sure you already know that
From boosie back to lil phat we gne stomp you out like a doormat
? the gun in the club ? that bitch
the crib; fake beard and coat
These boys funny, so goofy
No 50's; Lil' Boosie
Big choppa, Lil' Uzi
I'm raging, y'all love it
Still billing jays with Jayy in
JT
Well, lil' bitch, I'll hit you with the Uzi
Not an option, so you can't fuckin' choose me
On these shrooms, so I'm feelin' kind of groovy
Try me I
lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, nigga
She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I fuck her
Put yo' phone in the safe then we can cuddle
We can fuck
Risqué lil' hoes keep tryin', by the end of the day my M's gettin' wired
My own rims for every time we tried
I'm sensei and senseless, same time
Two
fuck 'em if he run
And that lil' bitch was actin' hard and now the mom can't find her son
And bitch I'm fuckin' up the witness then I smoke 'em out like
bitch, fuckin' bastard
Back to the hand clappin'
You die quicker than Darren Wilson walkin' through Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan
swiftly on the first and third
Stick by ya nigga ride or die fuck what ya heard (fuck them ho's)
Would you swerve on the positive side
If a nigga get
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em
got me moody (I'm turnt)
I been 'bout it since the juvey (since birth)
I ain't throwin' shade, I'll throw them things
Won't throw the fade, Lil Boosie
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
get this cake up
Slits on my finger tips
By countin all this paper
Trappin till the morning
So baby don’t you wait up
And you could suck my dick if you
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
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