Lyrics:
caught the vibes like you threw something to me
So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin, "Who was that?
Oh boy, she bad, nigga, what you 'bout do
ménagin', that boost up his ego)
She a lil' demon off that Casamigos (woo)
Yeah, Baby
Tell 'em my Nina, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
on runnin', playa
'Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got 'em tied up tight
So, you're going to find out tonight
Got a sweet lil' darling back in my
on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in Talo's
I was speaking
Hey Franchise, you did it again
Yo, yo, yo
Ya know, new wave
New nave nigga about to cap em
Yeah, ey, uh
Please shut up
Please shut up
up in them 'Raris by the twos just like they chopsticks
It ain't about the sprint lil nigga, it's about the marathon
One time for my city bitch, they
gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes
Han
Wop
Brr, brr
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) go
Walker Homes, Herndon Homes, hell, you can be from Bowen Homes
If
I'ma snuck 'em, fuck 'em (straight up)
Guess I'm a by-any-means type of motherfucker, uh (on God)
We not in the frat but step (21)
I got more
litty)
I'm just tryna slide on lil shawty hit the side though
You get penalized, you come around, it ain't enough dough
Keep a bag of xannies if you
the K pop
Rubbin' up on your body
All your clothes, you gon' take off
South of France, we gon' party
This ain't some lil' yachty
We gon' fuck 'til we
'em up
Break his neck, break his neck
See I'm a hard hitta, one hitta, quitta, quitta
Step up to me lil buddy, you steppin' up to a gurilla
I bang
can't dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no fucks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The war
sack all by myself
Hit that intersection, I'm loaded up, I'm loafin' up
Got plenty routes, different directions, I'm never stressin'
And bitch, when I
with Oakland bitches
They say you hella boosie, roll a backwood up with them cookies
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back
It's
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Pack it up, stack it up by the driveway
You do you all the time, I don't mind it
What I'm smokin' (smoke), put account in a coma (go)
Hot and black
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
fire
Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz
Hold up hold up hold up
I made u papa I AM
U betta ease by em cause my Glock a lion yea
I'm at tha top I'm
know I'm cocky
Fuck another interview, I'm done with it
I don't give a fuck about lil' hoe, I let young hit it
I play the games of the thrones with
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
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