Lyrics:
you need to ask bout me
Money my quicker picker up like bounty
Damn jmo she did the adlibs?
I fucked around broke all her ribs
On my suit and tie stay
like a biker boy
We are the So Icy Gang, tatted like a biker gang
Dreaded up, breaded up, wet it up, and bet it up
Bitch, you don't wanna bet, pull up
Shhhh okay
Back it up
Back it up
Shawty stepped off in the club, lil mama bad as fuck
By the way she moving, got these bitches mad at her
You can pop
yo' ho
Hol' on hol' up wait no they
Don't go they fucked the GOAT
(Brr) hello hello hello hello
I fucked yo' bae
Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said
the street bitch
50 come in get em gone by the weekend
OG turnt y’all lil niggas can’t be me
Back of the back with your bitch and she eating me
Used to look
fuck it up
Get the money, get the money, fuck it up
Get the money, get the money, fuck it up
I got the money, fucked it up
And got a Bentley truck
With
her that she was the realest
I asked her if she fucked Meek Milly
She sucked on her teeth and said really
So I know he hit it
I ended up gettin her
one had a fade like Lil Boosie
Like how I got on my gold, she let me dig in her coochie
I had no work for this shit, these niggas they scared to do it
I
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
Boosie, hop up on my IG live and
show them pussy lips These rappers out here thinkin' they got a bag, they workin' at quick trip Spend what you makin'
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up
plotting wanna shake me I wont let them take me
And free Keal im just waiting they gone think we crazy
Why they think lil black wont act up?
30 In this
Why am I so fucked up though
Why am I so fucked up
I don't know
Why am I so fucked up
Ay
I don't give a fuck
Just give me another cup
Ay
Why am I so
No I'm not Toosii
I set it off
Call me Lil Boosie
Smoking on Bobby
Sipping on Whitney
Smoke on a opp pack
Niggas get shifty
Up in my city
You know we
boosie Lil Sosa was serving the jays
He like big dog they dying for glass
Goofy lil bitch had to kick her, get rid of her
Can find the gossip but can't
a motherfucker, I call her Nicki (okay)
I'm in the beauty shop sellin' chocolate like Lil' JJ (turn up, turn up)
She gon' drive the motherfuckin' boat, she
like yesterday I was young
Now niggas dying by the guns
Don't know how to feel now I'm off the field
Now I'm really finna run it up
Now I'm really
I know they gon' blast
They fucked up once I got up in that mode, now sosa finna spazz, I tried to
Show em ' love, gave them my all, and they just put
baby, 'til my phone die (yeah)
You know he lied if a nigga said he don't lie (hey)
I fucked up once again (yeah)
And you know that I'm never too
in battle mode when it get rowdy
Life's a bitch so I popped the cherry
Got fucked up, locked up (but not) like too many out there
Everywhere it's
Lil' boosie bad ass
A lot of these niggas ain't ready ta be no gangsta
So my word of advice to y'all niggas, chill out
Nobody hate me cause they
Lil' boosie bad ass
A lot of these niggas ain't ready ta be no gangsta
So my word of advice to y'all niggas, chill out
Nobody hate me cause they
ask the route
I use my CashApp card when I cash her out
She'll rather be at the crib but I had her out
Fuck I done fucked up the bag left it layin' out
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