Lyrics:
Yeah, lets go
Huh swerve on em yeah (Big Swerve)
Yeah, let's go
Big Swerve (ISwerve)
Big Swerve no other, I'm swerving on em me and my lil brother
lonely, thinking bout you
Yeah we used to talk a lil, flirt a lil, That was something
Yeah those were the days
Yeah those were the days
Moved in with you,
constantly for nun
Now I can’t hear the right thing
Lil by lil I’m coming into light
Finna cop a Rolex and a few pieces just to fuck up my ice game
45 break
a classy boujee bitch
Swear I ain’t into hoes
Don’t call my phone ion want you in my life I’m riding on my own
I’m bout my business if you ain’t bout that
like Boosie sippin' purple like Weezy
Dope like Jeezy
Icy like Gucci if its beef then let me know cause I'll be yellin' out feed me
Im sippin' on this
to the moon (Ah)
I'm in the club with the groupies aye
Girls treat me like i'm lil boosie yeah
My bitch bad and she bougie yeah
These niggas cats cause they
bitch
Wit her fine ass
I'm her new nigga
Not the side man
Let me know
When u bummin thru
We gone do what lovers do
Fuck nigga stop worrying
Bout her
on some Lil Boosie shit
I'm tired of your complications and your foolishness
Intimidated by the one I chose to call my wife
But when I needed you, you
smelled it in the wind
Lil' Tim went home on Valentine's Day, they shot him dead
Crazy how they bled, I keep one in the head
I grew up 'round it, so
slangin' it boy
Them lil' muthafuckas be in them hallways
Them lil' muthafuckas be bustin' all day
My first word was God bless me and my crew
My last
I remember n****
Boosie Bad Azz
I remember n****
I remember n****
Now I remember everything
From them cold night on the block
I remember
myself
I don't need nobody help
I do bad all by myself
I don't need no nigga help
You ain't felt what I done felt
Some days I feel always wrong
Why
a motherfuckin' Rolls Royce
Shawty' goin' fuck on me by choice
Told lil' shawty she moist
Nigga went back and forth just like the koi
Played with ya' bitch like
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
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
Wonder why Malcom X made 'em shake
I'm Making my days count like I'm (Muhammad) Ali
Martin (Luther King jr) would b ashamed by the hate
That's why I'm jus
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
one brothers for what
Probably just for some lil' buzz
One thing you should know 'bout me
Is I won't quit
How you switch up on yo brothers on some hoe
Look, Dougie Vic and I got a vibe, bout to heat it
Boom-boom-boom
Like you ridin’ with the beat up
Feelin’ low, roll a lil’ weed up
Feelin’ blue baby get
Feelin' like Boosie, might have to set it off
Lunatic, critic, spazz when I'm lifted
Here we go a lil bit like a snippet
I control the flow like a spicket
business, 'bout that money I don't play this
That's how we do it all day, all day, all night (yeah, yeah)
We can do it all day, okay? Alright, alright (ay,
on my shit all day everyday of the mufuckn week let's go
I told these bitches better be about money fo these mufuckas talk bout me
Hoe I eat
By any
laying on your chest "Double D Day"
Everytime you hit my phone I'm goin on the Speedway
Cause I need it
You be trynna take my soul
Like a demon
But I swear
(flight)
I’m gon be there by night (by night)
I’m gon hit a lick (lick)
I’m gon call bout 6 (Ima call 6)
I’m callin my brother
I’m a get another brick
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