Boogers
I got them boogers all up in my chain
Free Slugga he locked up in chains huh
My niggas they ready to
My niggas they ready to bang
My lil youngin' screaming out gang
Twenty pointers in the tennis chain, huh
I'm in this bitch with my heater
I don't need that bitch you can keep her, huh
We got the sticks in the Track'
So high I done lost track
I'm beating the bitch from the back
Fuck around and pull out the bitch tracks
I get so much fuckin' money
Yeah I feel like this shit is a hack
You think that shit is so funny
Bitch that clip hanging long like a bat
I'm running straight to these damn racks
I'm smoking on exotic packs
You actin' tough need to relax
Before you get left up in the past
Them little bitty chains on your neck
That ain't diamonds lil' bitch that is glass
Finna go get a double bezel Rolex
Pull off on the cops doing the dash
She ride the dick the best like it was stolen
My brother just shipped the Wock' and it came from Poland
Lil' Daroo aiming at your top he ready to blow it
All these niggas is fake
All these niggas is hoes
These niggas really some rats
So watch who call your bro
My brother a millionaire he shitting on all these hoes
I don't go no where with them bitches
I'm too focused on the benjis
I'm finna go S-Class in '23
Trying to get the one with red seats
Rino say he finna get me AP
Got that money yeah he spend it crazy
I'm sticked up so don't try to zoe me
Nigga think he finna repo me
You tripping, you tripping
You better not get caught slipping
You tripping, you tripping
Fuck around and end up missing
All my niggas they carry them missles
These niggas be crying go get 'em a tissue
Bitch you stupid if you think I miss you
We going to roll him up if it's an issue
I walk up in Saks and I spend a lil' rack
You know I'ma get it right back
None these niggas want to kick it with you
I guess they don't fuck with the rat
You tripping, huh you tripping
You better not get caught slipping
You tripping, huh you tripping
You better not get caught slipping
Free lil' Tristan, free lil' Tristan
Yeah, he shooting like he on the Pistons
My chains so god damn loud
Jangling when I'm in that pussy
I don't know what you heard about
Run 'em down bitch you better not push me
Do that shit like it's a movie
12 mad I'm clutching my toolie
When I'm high I just play with her booty
Smoking on za, my eyes look stupid
Free Slugga he locked up in chains huh
My niggas they ready to
My niggas they ready to bang
My lil youngin' screaming out gang
Twenty pointers in the tennis chain, huh
I'm in this bitch with my heater
I don't need that bitch you can keep her, huh
We got the sticks in the Track'
So high I done lost track
I'm beating the bitch from the back
Fuck around and pull out the bitch tracks
I get so much fuckin' money
Yeah I feel like this shit is a hack
You think that shit is so funny
Bitch that clip hanging long like a bat
I'm running straight to these damn racks
I'm smoking on exotic packs
You actin' tough need to relax
Before you get left up in the past
Them little bitty chains on your neck
That ain't diamonds lil' bitch that is glass
Finna go get a double bezel Rolex
Pull off on the cops doing the dash
She ride the dick the best like it was stolen
My brother just shipped the Wock' and it came from Poland
Lil' Daroo aiming at your top he ready to blow it
All these niggas is fake
All these niggas is hoes
These niggas really some rats
So watch who call your bro
My brother a millionaire he shitting on all these hoes
I don't go no where with them bitches
I'm too focused on the benjis
I'm finna go S-Class in '23
Trying to get the one with red seats
Rino say he finna get me AP
Got that money yeah he spend it crazy
I'm sticked up so don't try to zoe me
Nigga think he finna repo me
You tripping, you tripping
You better not get caught slipping
You tripping, you tripping
Fuck around and end up missing
All my niggas they carry them missles
These niggas be crying go get 'em a tissue
Bitch you stupid if you think I miss you
We going to roll him up if it's an issue
I walk up in Saks and I spend a lil' rack
You know I'ma get it right back
None these niggas want to kick it with you
I guess they don't fuck with the rat
You tripping, huh you tripping
You better not get caught slipping
You tripping, huh you tripping
You better not get caught slipping
Free lil' Tristan, free lil' Tristan
Yeah, he shooting like he on the Pistons
My chains so god damn loud
Jangling when I'm in that pussy
I don't know what you heard about
Run 'em down bitch you better not push me
Do that shit like it's a movie
12 mad I'm clutching my toolie
When I'm high I just play with her booty
Smoking on za, my eyes look stupid
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Writer(s): Ja'kobe Mcneil
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