Celebration (feat. Kev Foolie)
I hop on this beat like some hop scotch
That nigga talking tough you know we took his nines
I got big glocks
I got big nines
That nigga talking funny
you know we got the nine
I can't find the ops
They be really hiding
Need to get some grip
I be really sliding
Say she wanna fuck
I gotta find some time
Fuck that bitch once and pass her to my slime
He cuffing that bitch who don't do that
She fuck with the ops and she fuckin them niggas we shoot at
We got the packs and we move that
He think Ima lick
Then I'm upping the blick and I shoot that
He upping the blick where you be at
Hide in the bleachers
He finding and scrying where your screech at
We find em
We knocking his meat back
She like how I'm knocking this beat back
Boogie you hard as fuck
Riding that beat
You know that you eat that
Hiding that heat
You know they can't see that
She overbearing, can come get your freak back
Suck dick for a hour and she need some knee pads
That nigga a bitch tell em come get his heat back
Said I stop robbing, went broke and I relapsed
We up on the score, do you boys need a recap
They calling police on a nigga at dispatch
Shots hit his stomach and all where he breathe at
Now he onna bed filled with led on the seat pad
Fresh as can be
They like how he do that
I'm swimming in pounds it's a drought where you be at
Skate and took off on em
He can't get his keys back
Rehearsing the scene
Shoot at his head cap
These niggas too slow
Can't get to where we at
I'm ducking right off on em
Prollie in the trap
She fucking right off
She think Iont know that
Getting this money
You know I get stacks
Can't fuck with me
Yea it's Big Boog
I get this money
I knock em off Suge
I got the sack and the glock in ya hood
I go where I want in the Nap bitch I'm good
We got the sticks in this bitch
If you think about sliding
Ughhh, I don't think you should
The bitches just love me
She suck me so good
That when I'm done
I gotta throw up my hood
I love to pop out at night
Creep with that pipe
Man my nickname should be Suge
Don't know what happened
When he start the capping
I start the shooting
Left him where he stood
They can't fuck with us, cause we the ones
Don't get too close cause I gotta gun
And I blast yo ass if you get too close
Knock his head off with the scope
Bitch I brag and boast cause I do the most
It's a celebration, I should make a toast
That nigga talking tough you know we took his nines
I got big glocks
I got big nines
That nigga talking funny
you know we got the nine
I can't find the ops
They be really hiding
Need to get some grip
I be really sliding
Say she wanna fuck
I gotta find some time
Fuck that bitch once and pass her to my slime
He cuffing that bitch who don't do that
She fuck with the ops and she fuckin them niggas we shoot at
We got the packs and we move that
He think Ima lick
Then I'm upping the blick and I shoot that
He upping the blick where you be at
Hide in the bleachers
He finding and scrying where your screech at
We find em
We knocking his meat back
She like how I'm knocking this beat back
Boogie you hard as fuck
Riding that beat
You know that you eat that
Hiding that heat
You know they can't see that
She overbearing, can come get your freak back
Suck dick for a hour and she need some knee pads
That nigga a bitch tell em come get his heat back
Said I stop robbing, went broke and I relapsed
We up on the score, do you boys need a recap
They calling police on a nigga at dispatch
Shots hit his stomach and all where he breathe at
Now he onna bed filled with led on the seat pad
Fresh as can be
They like how he do that
I'm swimming in pounds it's a drought where you be at
Skate and took off on em
He can't get his keys back
Rehearsing the scene
Shoot at his head cap
These niggas too slow
Can't get to where we at
I'm ducking right off on em
Prollie in the trap
She fucking right off
She think Iont know that
Getting this money
You know I get stacks
Can't fuck with me
Yea it's Big Boog
I get this money
I knock em off Suge
I got the sack and the glock in ya hood
I go where I want in the Nap bitch I'm good
We got the sticks in this bitch
If you think about sliding
Ughhh, I don't think you should
The bitches just love me
She suck me so good
That when I'm done
I gotta throw up my hood
I love to pop out at night
Creep with that pipe
Man my nickname should be Suge
Don't know what happened
When he start the capping
I start the shooting
Left him where he stood
They can't fuck with us, cause we the ones
Don't get too close cause I gotta gun
And I blast yo ass if you get too close
Knock his head off with the scope
Bitch I brag and boast cause I do the most
It's a celebration, I should make a toast
Credits
Writer(s): Boog Billin
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