Boy (feat. Lil Foo)
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
These lame ass niggas ain't making no noise
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy (Man)
I don't wanna talk to that boy
My diamonds they knocking, lil boy
I'm came thru with all of my boys
I flex on a starving lil boy
So fuck is you talking bout, boy
Boy, boy, boy (yea) boy, boy, boy (Ayye)
Gang, gang, gang
Pull up, make a play on the moped (skrrt)
Told that bitch to come here, I need mo' head (mo' of it)
Then I link with the gang, get some mo' bread (aye)
69, do a crime, he gone go Fed (rat)
Niggas snake and I see how they switching up (switching)
Choppa hit him, jean jacket, gone zip him up (zip him)
But like honest Im trying to get bigger bucks (big ones)
With a bad boughie bitch keep the glocky tucked (big gun)
We'll slide on your street, keep that actin up (aye)
Double cup full of meds, I keep Actin' up (aye)
Choppa hit him like safety and back him up (aye)
I love money, I chase it and stack it up (stack it up)
Stop all that cap, I know you not serious (haha)
Smoking on za, you smoking asparagus (cap)
Shot in yo face you keep acting weird (weird)
Ran outta drank so I bought me a beer (beer)
Boy, boy, boy, boy (yea) boy (yeah) boy (yea gang gang)
So fuck is you talking bout, boy
Boy (yea) boy (yea) boy (yea)
Boy, (yea) Jimmy! Gang, gang, gang
They swear they be running these laps (nah)
They aint running shit, I'm running they bitch
I bust on her stomach and back (ugh)
I gave her some chips, she went on a trip
And came back, her tummy was flat (damn)
This niggas is hurt, oh he want a verse
Well, it cost a hundred a track (cash out) now watch how I
Add it all up and thumb thru the check (racks)
I know they sick of the boy (they sick) I came in the ring
My chain start to swing, my diamonds they hitting like Floyd (knockout)
Diamonds they hitting like Roy (nigga)
Get a check just to drop at the store (drop it)
Hit the dealer and cop a new toy (go cop it)
Any problems we chop up the boy (click clack)
Choppa sounding like opera noise (rraaah)
Boy, boy, boy (yea) boy, boy
These lame ass niggas ain't making no noise
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy (Man)
I don't wanna talk to that boy (nah)
My diamonds they knocking, lil boy (knock)
I'm came thru with all of my boys
I flex on a starving lil boy (yea)
So fuck is you talking bout, boy
Boy (yea) boy (yea) boy (yea) boy, boy,
Gang, gang, gang, gang
These lame ass niggas ain't making no noise
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy (Man)
I don't wanna talk to that boy
My diamonds they knocking, lil boy
I'm came thru with all of my boys
I flex on a starving lil boy
So fuck is you talking bout, boy
Boy, boy, boy (yea) boy, boy, boy (Ayye)
Gang, gang, gang
Pull up, make a play on the moped (skrrt)
Told that bitch to come here, I need mo' head (mo' of it)
Then I link with the gang, get some mo' bread (aye)
69, do a crime, he gone go Fed (rat)
Niggas snake and I see how they switching up (switching)
Choppa hit him, jean jacket, gone zip him up (zip him)
But like honest Im trying to get bigger bucks (big ones)
With a bad boughie bitch keep the glocky tucked (big gun)
We'll slide on your street, keep that actin up (aye)
Double cup full of meds, I keep Actin' up (aye)
Choppa hit him like safety and back him up (aye)
I love money, I chase it and stack it up (stack it up)
Stop all that cap, I know you not serious (haha)
Smoking on za, you smoking asparagus (cap)
Shot in yo face you keep acting weird (weird)
Ran outta drank so I bought me a beer (beer)
Boy, boy, boy, boy (yea) boy (yeah) boy (yea gang gang)
So fuck is you talking bout, boy
Boy (yea) boy (yea) boy (yea)
Boy, (yea) Jimmy! Gang, gang, gang
They swear they be running these laps (nah)
They aint running shit, I'm running they bitch
I bust on her stomach and back (ugh)
I gave her some chips, she went on a trip
And came back, her tummy was flat (damn)
This niggas is hurt, oh he want a verse
Well, it cost a hundred a track (cash out) now watch how I
Add it all up and thumb thru the check (racks)
I know they sick of the boy (they sick) I came in the ring
My chain start to swing, my diamonds they hitting like Floyd (knockout)
Diamonds they hitting like Roy (nigga)
Get a check just to drop at the store (drop it)
Hit the dealer and cop a new toy (go cop it)
Any problems we chop up the boy (click clack)
Choppa sounding like opera noise (rraaah)
Boy, boy, boy (yea) boy, boy
These lame ass niggas ain't making no noise
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy (Man)
I don't wanna talk to that boy (nah)
My diamonds they knocking, lil boy (knock)
I'm came thru with all of my boys
I flex on a starving lil boy (yea)
So fuck is you talking bout, boy
Boy (yea) boy (yea) boy (yea) boy, boy,
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Credits
Writer(s): Dominick Lott
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