Booted Up/ Lottie Moss (feat. Blvck $ky)
Yeah, booted up, with the Gods (booted up)
Yeah, booted up, feel like I'm dying
Got arrhythmia, in my heart
Yeah, just know if I die please don't cry (woah)
Yeah I see you in my dreams
But I want no fucking part
Grass wasn't greener on the other side
That's your fault
Save your tear tears I'm moving on
Focus on that green
If you ever want to come back (booted up)
You better be for real (for real)
Yeah, booted up (swerve, swerve, swerve,)
Yeah, for real (hey)
Yeah, booted up (swerve, swerve, swerve,)
Yeah, for real (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Yeah, I'm so high woah, yeah, yeah, huh, hey
Yeah, yeah, huh aye
Swerve swerve swerve
Bitch move, yeah
Fuck up out my face don't deal with you, goofy (yeah, goofy)
Trust you no more you're so evil
So deceptive to my heart
I don't need you (woo)
Yeah, booted up (booted up)
Smack the roof
Booted up
Talk to the moon
I could never lie
I do miss you
But I'm booted up to forget you (woo)
Yeah bitch I boot up with the Gods
And we're talking bout some opps
And we're talking bout the shmoney baby
That's all we gone do (count it, count it, count it, count it)
Yeah that's all we gone do (count it up count it up, yeah, let's go)
Yeah bitch I boot up with the Gods
And we're talking bout some opps
And we're talking bout the shmoney baby (go lets go)
That's all we gone do (count it up yeah)
That's all we gone do (spend it up yeah, let's go)
Booted up, with the Gods (woo)
Booted up, Feel like i'm dying
Got arrhythmia, in my heart (Feel like i'm dying)
Yeah, just know if I die please don't cry
Booted up, with the Gods
Booted up, feel like I'm dying
Got arrhythmia, ythmia, ythmia
Ooo, Huh yeah
Ooo, Huh yeah
Ooo, Huh yeah
Ooo, Huh yeah
Sippin on Wok and the Tris
Speaking so slow I got a lisp
What's up baby
Do you want a taste
It's hitting so hard can't feel my face
Speaking of face I'm fucking her face
Stack it up, stack it up
Rack it up, rack it up
Booted up, booted up
He don't want to talk no more
Cause the goonies all showed up, yeah
Ice cold heart, just like my mink coat (brr)
The opp, was talking shit
We pull up in cinco (yeah)
Your music is real ass
Stop faking your views hoe
And if you want the smoke
We not scared of lil bro
We got the work in the backend
Five percent tinted
We catchin' him lackin'
NFL diss how I feel like I'm sackin'
Got some exotic, I'm smoking on Krakken
Look at the way they staring at me
Fuck all the fakes and I put on my team
Pull out the phone and the Goonies on green
Fuck all these hoes and I leave em on seen
(Ooh)
Ooo, Huh yeah
(Ahh)
Ooo, Huh yeah
(I'm fucking her good I had her like)
Ooo, Huh yeah
(I'm fucking her good I had her like)
Ooo, Huh yeah (woo)
Sippin on Wok and the Tris
Speaking so slow I got a lisp
What's up baby
Do you want a taste
It's hitting so hard can't feel my face
Speaking of face I'm fucking her face (hey, woah)
Stack it up, stack it up
Rack it up, rack it up
Booted up, booted up
He don't want to talk no more
Cause the goonies all showed up, yeah
(let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go)
Hey, hey, oh hey
Hey, hey, yeah, oh hey (hey)
Hey, yeah, oh, okay
Yeah, booted up, feel like I'm dying
Got arrhythmia, in my heart
Yeah, just know if I die please don't cry (woah)
Yeah I see you in my dreams
But I want no fucking part
Grass wasn't greener on the other side
That's your fault
Save your tear tears I'm moving on
Focus on that green
If you ever want to come back (booted up)
You better be for real (for real)
Yeah, booted up (swerve, swerve, swerve,)
Yeah, for real (hey)
Yeah, booted up (swerve, swerve, swerve,)
Yeah, for real (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Yeah, I'm so high woah, yeah, yeah, huh, hey
Yeah, yeah, huh aye
Swerve swerve swerve
Bitch move, yeah
Fuck up out my face don't deal with you, goofy (yeah, goofy)
Trust you no more you're so evil
So deceptive to my heart
I don't need you (woo)
Yeah, booted up (booted up)
Smack the roof
Booted up
Talk to the moon
I could never lie
I do miss you
But I'm booted up to forget you (woo)
Yeah bitch I boot up with the Gods
And we're talking bout some opps
And we're talking bout the shmoney baby
That's all we gone do (count it, count it, count it, count it)
Yeah that's all we gone do (count it up count it up, yeah, let's go)
Yeah bitch I boot up with the Gods
And we're talking bout some opps
And we're talking bout the shmoney baby (go lets go)
That's all we gone do (count it up yeah)
That's all we gone do (spend it up yeah, let's go)
Booted up, with the Gods (woo)
Booted up, Feel like i'm dying
Got arrhythmia, in my heart (Feel like i'm dying)
Yeah, just know if I die please don't cry
Booted up, with the Gods
Booted up, feel like I'm dying
Got arrhythmia, ythmia, ythmia
Ooo, Huh yeah
Ooo, Huh yeah
Ooo, Huh yeah
Ooo, Huh yeah
Sippin on Wok and the Tris
Speaking so slow I got a lisp
What's up baby
Do you want a taste
It's hitting so hard can't feel my face
Speaking of face I'm fucking her face
Stack it up, stack it up
Rack it up, rack it up
Booted up, booted up
He don't want to talk no more
Cause the goonies all showed up, yeah
Ice cold heart, just like my mink coat (brr)
The opp, was talking shit
We pull up in cinco (yeah)
Your music is real ass
Stop faking your views hoe
And if you want the smoke
We not scared of lil bro
We got the work in the backend
Five percent tinted
We catchin' him lackin'
NFL diss how I feel like I'm sackin'
Got some exotic, I'm smoking on Krakken
Look at the way they staring at me
Fuck all the fakes and I put on my team
Pull out the phone and the Goonies on green
Fuck all these hoes and I leave em on seen
(Ooh)
Ooo, Huh yeah
(Ahh)
Ooo, Huh yeah
(I'm fucking her good I had her like)
Ooo, Huh yeah
(I'm fucking her good I had her like)
Ooo, Huh yeah (woo)
Sippin on Wok and the Tris
Speaking so slow I got a lisp
What's up baby
Do you want a taste
It's hitting so hard can't feel my face
Speaking of face I'm fucking her face (hey, woah)
Stack it up, stack it up
Rack it up, rack it up
Booted up, booted up
He don't want to talk no more
Cause the goonies all showed up, yeah
(let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go)
Hey, hey, oh hey
Hey, hey, yeah, oh hey (hey)
Hey, yeah, oh, okay
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Writer(s): Ulises Vargas Montenegro
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