Boujee's Tweakin' (Interlude)

It's Boujee in here, it's Boujee in here Shoutout to Twenty for this Okay B-O-U-J double E Yeah, that's me I'm the king I'm smoking green Always repping Tennessee Ten a G And you niggas really can't smoke with me Matter fact, I'll out smoke any one of you niggas On God B-O-U-J double E Yeah, that's me I'm the king I'm smoking green Always repping Tennessee Ten a G And you niggas really can't smoke with me I am King Boujee, and my crown is a Bass Pro hat Indica, sativa Yeah, it doesn't even matter (No cap) As long as I'm smoking reefer Put it on a platter Rollin' tray, rollin' tray Break it down, grind it up Fill it up, pack it in Light it up, you got a blunt Bloodshot eyes Pullin' up I'm high Walk into the bank Yeah, she can smell my vibes Stroll out that bitch smilin' and shit I'm lit, I got money And I'm geekin' geekin' ge-ge-geekin' B-O-U-J double E Yeah, that's me I'm the king I'm smoking green Always repping Tennessee Ten a G And you niggas really can't smoke with me LMFAO Yeah, that shit so geeked Smoking hella weed, I don't even know what to think I'm just smoking by myself Staring at the floor like damn I'm faded as fuck I'm finna go to Rice's hams (Yum) And I'mma eat that whole bitch by myself I ain't gonna share with nobody I ain't share with nobody I got- I got new hobbies You know, I'm drippin' so hard I'm finna- I'm finna cause a tsunami (Splashhhh) On God, I-I-I'm driving so fast in my Bugatti (Skrrrrrrrrrrrrt) I'm tweakin' a little bit (Tweakin') I'm tweakin' a little bit (I'm tweakin') I'm tweakin' a little bit (Huh) I'm tweakin' Ya dig Ya dig Ya dig Boujee, that's me She looking at my pinky ring cause I'm clean (Clean, I shower) That bitch tells me no because she's so mean (Forreal) All she wanna do is come suck deez She choking on my shit She gagging on that bitch She like gargling on my dick She like (She nasty) You know that shit sound so nasty But honestly I like that shit I slap her bum, I'm all in that fanny You know Snap, crackle, pop that shit sounds like Frosted Flakes On God, I meant Rice Crispy Treats Face ass, that's on me But we love to stay lit Eating munchies, I'm tryna smoke it (Nigga what) I mean munchies, I'm tryna eat it Yeah, I think I smoke too much (Hell yeah you do) Sike, ain't no such thing Eat too much, and I fuck with out a rubber (Hale nah) Sike, you hoes is dusty Pussy smell, yeah that shit musty And yo lips, they kinda crusty And please do not touch me Just step the fuck away I'm Boujee for a reason