Lyrics:
Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low,
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
my lil' brother
I mourned and cried
I'm not above the odds (No cap)
So I stay wit a shooter
Like Gucci's Todd
Block hotter than when Boosie dropped
I'm
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 up in my head.
Some
established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be
kind of feel like I'm Boosie
I'm rocking Louie, my life a movie, pockets too fat like I'm kidnapping Stewie
Fell in love with fast cars push em all down
Lil Boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
If you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make
Slash from the back
Lift her up by her tracks
Now she up on her toes
(yea)
She fuck wit my presence
We leaving together
But came her alone
My pockets
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
in my pocket but I still act trife
While I in the club they say lil' parlor ain't right
Look I'm doing great that's the way I feel
Hustlin' hard all
Yeeah
Got damn lil baby you thick as fuck
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
That ass fat as hell
Ass super fat, like they threw a super size
[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it
again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
if you a press rewind if I ain't have
I'm fuckin' her right
They be like "Doe, I gotta know?"
"What is that makin' yo pockets bulge?"
I be like "huh?" "fuck is you on?"
I wasn't lucky, my
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
I make noise by myself
Slang them toys by myself
Did my time by myself
Write my rhymes by myself
Move packs by myself
Kill rats by myself
Told
lil' niggas, his ass countin' sheeps (that nigga dreaming)
I'm with my gang, I don't fuck with none of y'all (nope)
I'm goin' up with this rappin', man,
my pockets look like thick Yoda
Do the Skywalker, riding round' sola
And the kid skin sprite, and my tint cola
Getting neck from the ball like some
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 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
and keep on losing (3x)
Verse1:
Over time, I work over time
Got plenty in my pocket mind on a fire
Dont get close to me, I'm not how I'm posed to be
I'm
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
Whippin' pies, I thought I had a easy bake oven
My OG pops, sent them birds out
Sent them hoes out by the dozen
My neck, my teeth, my wrist
Everything, body
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