Boof

Break it down, twist it up
Phoenix Suns all on the bud
Came back like didn't have no rust
Just hanging out I ain't in a rush
Drop the anchor we pop the stuck
Mixed it up forgot who I was
Sippin' on MJ secret stuff
Test kitted ain't nothing cut
4's up what you thinking bruh?
Keep it 100 can't hate on us
Everybody came in this thing to get buck
And my dogg just Wu Tang'd the blunt
Some of them things I hate to love
My vision doubled everything at once
Regular fit on designer drugs
Still roll wit scholars still roll wit thugs

Oh Yeah! We coming down in this thing
Shit yeah I might be off a little some' some'
But I got two hands on the wheel for safety baby, no pressure

I can't feel my face
Fly through time and space
Alive and your mind is the gate
I'm fried when we slide to the base baby
I can see the air I don't believe it
(Bro shut the fuck up you can't even sing like that for real)
I don't even care I feel like singing
(Ay fuck that shit go in then)
Look up at the stars you'll see me beaming
(I'm higher than a bitch bruh Jesus)
Dab hit me so damn hard I'm barely breathing

Okay I'm back at it, bad habits
Horse kick to a backstabber
Swangin' down like an at batter
I'm looking back at hoes chasing after
Rock star I can't be a rapper
Too many rappers on that chit chatter
I ain't a gangsta but I ain't a capper
I got gangstas that'll blast ya backwards
Lungs fucked up had to quit the Backwoods
I Like it raw like Old Dirty Bastard
Can't trust a hoe I can't trust a pastor
I'm moving slow but I'm driving faster
Hoes approach i'm a try and pass her
In the hotel room things getting graphic
I'm rolling weed on the side laughing
She just boof'd the molly through the damn napkin



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Writer(s): Luke Oakley
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