My Everything (Part II) (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) grrah, grrah
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (that ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (she let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money (huh)
She like stars and double Rs, I like them hotties (huh)
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Behind Maybach curtains, I be steady sippin' syrup
Hoodie on, ring turn purple, different angles like I'm Kurt
Hit the right positions, now she fuckin' up her words
At the end of the night go missin', now that's love from a distance
Look
And I put that on bro, I ain't trippin' (like what?)
Talkin' actors, they know who to mention
I could tell that they know that I'm gifted (know that I'm gifted)
Her shit water, no faucet, it's drippin' (it's drippin')
Oh, act bad then, I'ma bend that ass over and smack it (I'ma smack it)
Oh, act bad then, get to throwin' them bullets like Madden (like it's Madden)
She wanna go to the mall and go grab shit
She keep talkin' her shit 'cause her ass did
It get tough in the spot, better fasten (boy, you better fasten up)
Niggas hot when it's action (niggas hot)
Watch her ride, shit like magic
Bullets fire, shit get tragic
Walk through, missile on me
Show me some' different, baby
You don't wanna get to know me
If I get this Rollie for you, they gon' end up hatin' on you
Girl, I don't do dates but this big-body 'Burban, girl, I sent it for you
I don't even trust bitches, how'd I end up venting to you? Huh?
Police on my body like I got a shottie with me
She actin' naughty, I know she want me to spank it (vroom)
Hop in this 'Rari, we can be fly together
Fuck bein' basic
Lotta niggas wanna talk behind us
But it's good I never say shit
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (that ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (she let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money
She like stars and double Rs, I like them thotties
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) grrah, grrah
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (that ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (she let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money (huh)
She like stars and double Rs, I like them hotties (huh)
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Behind Maybach curtains, I be steady sippin' syrup
Hoodie on, ring turn purple, different angles like I'm Kurt
Hit the right positions, now she fuckin' up her words
At the end of the night go missin', now that's love from a distance
Look
And I put that on bro, I ain't trippin' (like what?)
Talkin' actors, they know who to mention
I could tell that they know that I'm gifted (know that I'm gifted)
Her shit water, no faucet, it's drippin' (it's drippin')
Oh, act bad then, I'ma bend that ass over and smack it (I'ma smack it)
Oh, act bad then, get to throwin' them bullets like Madden (like it's Madden)
She wanna go to the mall and go grab shit
She keep talkin' her shit 'cause her ass did
It get tough in the spot, better fasten (boy, you better fasten up)
Niggas hot when it's action (niggas hot)
Watch her ride, shit like magic
Bullets fire, shit get tragic
Walk through, missile on me
Show me some' different, baby
You don't wanna get to know me
If I get this Rollie for you, they gon' end up hatin' on you
Girl, I don't do dates but this big-body 'Burban, girl, I sent it for you
I don't even trust bitches, how'd I end up venting to you? Huh?
Police on my body like I got a shottie with me
She actin' naughty, I know she want me to spank it (vroom)
Hop in this 'Rari, we can be fly together
Fuck bein' basic
Lotta niggas wanna talk behind us
But it's good I never say shit
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (that ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (he not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (she let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made any packs off a iPhone (uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (uh-huh)
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money
She like stars and double Rs, I like them thotties
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Corte Ellis, Keith Ross, Noelia Lorenzo Monge
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