Na Na Na Boo Boo

Fuck that
Na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch, ah
Na na na, boo boo
I'm brazy like that, big Glock bitch

Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe we don't fuck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my nigga, bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so nigga, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed them with the flour like

Na na na, boo boo
Fuck you bitch, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Bitch, na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe we don't fuck with you
Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' bitch that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna fuck, aye lil' bitch
I don't drink, I'm gon' tell that lil' pussy to stick
Tell that lil' bitch, that her pussy, it stink
Sippin' on henny, you know that I drink
Sippin' on henny, you know that I think
I'm of my niggas yeah, tryna peak
Shoot that lil' bitch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil' bitch, with my eyes wide open
Fuck nigga, he say he want a feature for five hundred
What the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the fuck, you jokin'?
Hehe, hahahaha
Hehe, hahaha
Pull up on a nigga, like blah blah ha

Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe we don't fuck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my nigga, bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so nigga, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed them with the flour like

Danger talk, but I swear she love the way we swaggin'
Forty on my neck, and I ain't even fuckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a nigga wrist, and I spend it
Sold it for like thirty-five hundred, like damnit
I don't wanna fuck the baby, cause I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna fuck me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy dusty
That choppa gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you
On Blood gang, yeah suwoop
Gang wit us, I can't feel you
But I fuck with crips
Free motherfuckin' Bree, yeah he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my nigga crippin'
Yeah, my nigga bummin' hoes
Ten hundred bands, that ain't nothing

Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's
Giuseppe we don't fuck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my nigga, bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so nigga, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed them with the flour like



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Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Rashad Simmons, Savion Anan Augustine
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