6ix Up

Uh, yeah, Henry Booka, Henry Booka, yeah, yeah

And this is Booka, baby, come fuck with Booka, baby
You know I be up in a trap with that cooka, baby
Oh I be up in a lab with another free beat
Hunter Sky with that fire, still on fuckin' repeat
And this is Booka, baby, come fuck with Booka, baby
You know I be up in a trap with that cooka, baby
Oh I be up in a lab with another free beat
Hunter Sky with that fire, still on fuckin' repeat

It's Henry Booka, I never switch up
Throwin' up the six while my bitch yellin' six up
Sippin' on that red cup, tryna get my dick sucked
But all these hoes actin' up on the liquor
And those are rez tings, I'm bout that rez life
Yeah, I dedicate my life to make the rez hype
So I'm comin' in this bitch like I'm tryna put a kid in her
I don't give a fuck while I'm givin' her
Y-Y-Y-Yo but all these little rappers, they be talkin' like I'm finished
I was gone for a minute, but now it's back to business
You wanna end my career, it's gonna take more than disses
And sharing links with your friend list
And see, I'm bout it, bout it, fuckin' eat these beats
Yeah, I eat pussy too, I keep it next to the beef
But this shit right here, it's just some fun for the summer
Shout out to Yung Wunda, Wunda

And this is Booka, baby, come fuck with Booka, baby
You know I be up in a trap with that cooka, baby
Oh I be up in a lab with another free beat
Hunter Sky with that fire, still on fuckin' repeat
And this is Booka, baby, come fuck with Booka, baby
You know I be up in a trap with that cooka, baby
Oh I be up in a lab with another free beat
Hunter Sky with that fire, still on fuckin' repeat

I mix that bacon soda with that Aquafina
Then I take that white girl with a pinch of Tina
Then I cook it in a glass, whip it, make it dance
Cook it in a glass, whip it, make it dance-dance

Yeah, I told them "show me the booth", they told me "give me a hoot".
So I give em' a hit, and then they give me the loot
And then the cycle continues, cause I've been stuck in a loop
But there's no place I'd rather be is right here in the booth
So I'm pickin' up the celly, I'm textin' up freshy
Tell em' I need to yell at the mic like Joe Pesci
Just more Rezzy, I'm sure that they'll hate it
I'm ridin' round Sweken' like, fuck you, I made it
I'm high off my ego, supplying my people
Another dope track that's highly illegal
When I need a reload, I hit the plugs number
That motherfucka' Yung Wunda, Wunda

And this is Booka, baby, come fuck with Booka, baby
You know I be up in a trap with that cooka, baby
Oh I be up in a lab with another free beat
Hunter Sky with that fire, still on fuckin' repeat
And this is Booka, baby, come fuck with Booka, baby
You know I be up in a trap with that cooka, baby
Oh I be up in a lab with another free beat
Hunter Sky with that fire, still on fuckin' repeat

Look out for that Yung Wunda album comin' soon