Steve McNair (feat. Boogi3.43)

Young rich nigga
I'm chasing the backends
I hit from the back
She like how
I'm beating her back in
I got the pounds in the back
You know I stay trapping
Don't talk on the phones
You know the feds tapping
Declining that shit
You know I ain't lacking
I got the cheese like a packer
Nigga get hit up
He calling for backup
I'm feeling real fancy
Pour act in a glass cup
Chop on my side
I don't think you wanna act up
I hit up margiela man
You know he gon
Spin with the fan
Walk down on him
He son of a Sam
Fuck going to hell
Nigga I don't give a damn

I'm dripping givenchy
Lil bitch I'm a dog
Whole lotta money
I'm rich nigga
Do what I want
Spin in a big body
Feel like I'm trump
Trynna run up
Nigga you out of luck
I'm in the field
Throwing bullets
Like I'm Steve McNair
It feel like a match
When the racks they appear
Matty dressed up
Like he running for mayor
Fuck it we throwing them shots in the air

Got hit from the blindside
He ain't see the glare
Blue dot on the glock
This shit like a saber
Boog43 bitch
You know ima player
Fuck her one time
I ain't calling her later
Save by the bell
Bitch I feel like I'm slater
Bitch I'm a jock
You know I can't chase her
I need me a bitch like Lisa Kelly
Run through these bitches
Man feel like I'm feld
I'm drinking this wock
And I know it ain't healthy
I walk with the demons
You know the shit help me
Put on a gillie
I gotta move stealthy
Stack up the racks
I got to be wealthy
It's 3 lil bitch
Ain't shit you could tell me
I was down bad
Ain't nobody help me
I was down bad
Ain't nobody help me

I'm dripping givenchy
Lil bitch I'm a dog
Whole lotta money
Im rich nigga
Do what I want
Spin in a big body
Feel like I'm trump
Trynna run up
Nigga you out of luck
I'm in the field throwing bullets Like I'm Steve McNair
It Feel like a match
When the racks they appear
Matty dressed up
Like he running for mayor
Fuck it we throwing them shots in the air



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Writer(s): Boogie Mitchell
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