Lyrics:
I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man, yaknahm'sayin?
Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg
I thought you was my homie man I guess
It's 3 am and I'm thinking bout Coochie
Dicking down a floozy bumping get em lil Boosie
Ooo I'm tryna get a Tik Tok chick
Go viral and ride her wave
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
cheeba, a lil' Margarita
Man them drawls comin' off, when she see the two-seater
So put ya Porsche up, get ya divorce up
I'm sure she'll sign it when
young SQ crew
Man don't hate on them lil dudes
Cuz they just doin them softin niggas up
Whoopi cushion them cuz if you had a choice
Dick a would prolly be
Slanging with the socks stupid
My head back harpooning
Met her at the bar luna
And opened up a can of tuna
Mr monster man monsoon
Running thru ya flesh
"i'm the new world order"
= I'm a sellout who
Signed with the illuminati
For personal gain to brainwash the youth by
Making them value the wicked
bounce back like I'm bad ass
Lil Boosie ain't I Yung Berg baby
Is you surprised?
Yeah you should've seen
The look on there faces
When they seen me
like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya
Boosie Badazz
Real shit
Since I was a lil' nigga, this dude was my homie
Cops on the corner, he the one who will warn me
Never showed the lead,
a jam
I was in a lil dookie
I lost on the dice
That was just a lil oopsie
Ain't do it on purpose
Like Zapp and Lil Boosie
But did it two times
That's
chea
Fuck goin' on out there nigga
Heard a lotta lil niggas talkin' reckless
I drink rose like you niggas drink Heinekens nigga
By the bottles nigga
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
chea
Fuck goin' on out there nigga
Heard a lotta lil niggas talkin' reckless
I drink rose like you niggas drink Heinekens nigga
By the bottles nigga
nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Hold court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Oh, dickless nigga
Man, I'm runnin' with the blocka
Young Money
survive that fire
My city yeah I shocked them cuz they thought I retired
Live by the sword but I pray by the bible
Lil cousins they look up to me
They say
Son I'm tellin' ya
Please don't make me bury ya
(I can't go on this way, ohh)
I'm stressed man
I'm goin' through it
I was taught to trust in, Allah
But
man ya
Geekin' off you
You got
Lil baby wanna roll with me ya
She roll with me
She pop a bean
And now she speedin'
And I'm not geekin' for no reason
the silly
[Hook]
But I can't talk to grazy
Gotta keep it real
You know?
[Verse 3:]
Grandmaster was Flash in way before cash thang
Ya man Ben bottom in
Just to get by
But those who buzz around ya
And those who say they’ve found ya
Don’t supply
What they don’t supply
I’m not the only man alive
Who wants
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,
if he ya man ima beat it All Night
She like molly percs xans lean dick Cars clothes rings
Designer fashion nova things
Every thing bitches need
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
Lemme make a lil call to the kush man
I been on my grind all day
Tryina find the best way to get paid
So I can roll up n get blazed
And I hopin that
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