Boof

Niggas talk shit he ain't really want static
Call up the gang and them boys causing havoc
Make a wrong move and this shit could end tragic
Copped a new piece ion need me a Patek
223s ain't no semi-automatic
Do-do-do how a nigga could get blasted
Ain't on my level no you not a factor
Turn a nigga to a ghost-Casper
Cuz shit could get tragic
Niggas spittin fake bars swear they made of plastic
I just spit acid
He wanted smoke now he ashes
Got the XD it got plenty attachments
Ion got feeling attachments
She call my phone I ain't calling her back
Might got her friend slide through the back
Ain't got time to be doing all-that
Ain't worried bout money bitch I get the loot
And I got hoes coming in by the two
Drip of my feet paid a lot for my shoes
Ain't boxing wit ops paid a lot for my tool
Bitches on me since a nigga got goop
Since a young nigga ain't never need school
Since a young nigga ain't follow no rules
Slaughter the beat when I walk in the booth



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Writer(s): Caden Kelley
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