Boujee (Live)

Aye, Aye, Aye, OGFM-fuckin T
Aye, Aye

I get high, tryna handle my feelins
In my head, I be thinkin bout millions
On the hustle, I been unrelentless
Lil bitch look at me, she see a ticket
But she been had a chance, and she missed it
If it's beef, then my feelins get different
Like some paper, this pistol start rippin
But I'm focused, like camera equipment
And my soul, it been hurt more than usual
I wanna quit, but I know I can't stop
For the ones who ain't here wit me
Doin all they did wit me
Wouldn't mean nun if I lost
Spaghetti, now all of these hoes
Wanna fuck wit me because I got all this sauce
Like school on a Saturday, niggas don't ring no bells we ont' know em' at all

In the trap, only time that we take a time out
If we gotta go get another ball
Lil bitch so raw, suck dick so long
Almost told her, "go get another jaw"
I trap, shot guns, finesse over mine, Want blood but we all got flaws
If you say that you love me, whenever
It's ugly, can you be the one that I call
I look around for the ones who was here wit me, seem like they missin attendance
My loyalty solid, my trust got limits
You do sum, you betta finish
You say that you wit it, you betta be wit it
Foreal no pretendin, I'm not tryna hear it
If he a enemy, you betta see what I see
No excuses, we got the same vision
No love, don't see it at all
Out of the cages, I scream,"free the dawgs"
Life is addition subtraction
In order to get sum, you might take a loss
She want the money, but ain't got no money
But that shit ain't funny at all
Hot like the sun I was born in the summer
But why do they want me to fall
I'm going hard today, like it's my last day
You never know when there ain't no tomorrows
Ain't got no favors, ain't shit you can borrow
Double the package, go back to the shop
No they don't know how I feel
But it's okay they'll never know
R.i.p, all of my love ones when I get rich
It's for you

I get high, tryna handle my feelins
In my head, I be thinkin bout millions
On the hustle, I been unrelentless
Lil bitch look at me, she see a ticket
But she been had a chance, and she missed it
If it's beef, then my feelins get different
Like some paper, this pistol start rippin
But I'm focused, like camera equipment
And my soul, it been hurt more than usual
I wanna quit, but I know I can't stop
For the ones who ain't here wit me
Doin all they did wit me
Wouldn't mean nun if I lost
Spaghetti, now all of these hoes
Wanna fuck wit me, because I got all this sauce
Like school on a Saturday, niggas don't ring no bells, we ont' know em' at all



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Writer(s): Shane Small
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