BOOTED
Yeah, yeah (woah-aye)
(ooh-ah)
(aye-yuh)
N talking crazy, acting like we ain't gone spin the bin
Yeah, I pop out with my kin, yeah, I pop out with my twin
If there's ever beef with me, you know my n tote a Sig
Money Kingpin, yeah, my motherfucking money big
N, you were never about it
N got some bands, I doubt it
Put some X inside my soda, man, you know I'm fucking booted
When I'm off the za, I'm zooted
She on rock, I fucking knew it
That lil n end up missing, man, I cannot say who did it
Music therapeutic, serve it to the fucking fiends
My Luh Tank be going fast, swerve that hoe by any means
Took a mil, I bought a building just to pop some fucking beans
Gotta buy a BB Belt, these racks be holding down my jeans
Why that n acting stupid, must be missing hella genes
Ain't no running when my n toting motherfucking beams
Even when I'm sleep, I'm making hella money in my dreams
I'm a evil n, blow his ass to fucking smithereens
You don't know my language if it ain't mentioning racks
Alex on my wrist, while I'm smoking on some thrax
Yeah, my n trapping, and they bringing hella packs
Made it out the mud, now my n shop at Saks
N talking crazy, acting like we ain't gone spin the bin
Yeah, I pop out with my kin, yeah, I pop out with my twin
If there's ever beef with me, you know my n tote a Sig
Money Kingpin, yeah, my motherfucking money big
N, you were never about it
N got some bands, I doubt it
Put some X inside my soda, man, you know I'm fucking booted
When I'm off the za, I'm zooted
She on rock, I fucking knew it
That lil n end up missing, man, I cannot say who did it
Yeah, we finna put him in a hearse
If a n say he about it, then he finna see the worst
Got a bust down patek, n, you can check my worth
Yeah, I knew I was that n ever since my fucking birth
I got a twin on the way, and he lurk
N demonic, I pop me a perc
Trapping this shit, I be making it work
Boot up the X, and I'm leaving the Earth
Double cup, fill that motherfucker with wock
N, they talking, they ain't from the block
Money on money, I got it on lock
Bitch, I'm a thugger, I keep me a mop, bitch
N talking crazy, acting like we ain't gone spin the bin
Yeah, I pop out with my kin, yeah, I pop out with my twin
If there's ever beef with me, you know my n tote a Sig
Money Kingpin, yeah, my motherfucking money big
N, you were never about it
N got some bands, I doubt it
Put some X inside my soda, man, you know I'm fucking booted
When I'm off the za, I'm zooted
She on rock, I fucking knew it
That lil n end up missing, man, I cannot say who did it
(ooh-ah)
(aye-yuh)
N talking crazy, acting like we ain't gone spin the bin
Yeah, I pop out with my kin, yeah, I pop out with my twin
If there's ever beef with me, you know my n tote a Sig
Money Kingpin, yeah, my motherfucking money big
N, you were never about it
N got some bands, I doubt it
Put some X inside my soda, man, you know I'm fucking booted
When I'm off the za, I'm zooted
She on rock, I fucking knew it
That lil n end up missing, man, I cannot say who did it
Music therapeutic, serve it to the fucking fiends
My Luh Tank be going fast, swerve that hoe by any means
Took a mil, I bought a building just to pop some fucking beans
Gotta buy a BB Belt, these racks be holding down my jeans
Why that n acting stupid, must be missing hella genes
Ain't no running when my n toting motherfucking beams
Even when I'm sleep, I'm making hella money in my dreams
I'm a evil n, blow his ass to fucking smithereens
You don't know my language if it ain't mentioning racks
Alex on my wrist, while I'm smoking on some thrax
Yeah, my n trapping, and they bringing hella packs
Made it out the mud, now my n shop at Saks
N talking crazy, acting like we ain't gone spin the bin
Yeah, I pop out with my kin, yeah, I pop out with my twin
If there's ever beef with me, you know my n tote a Sig
Money Kingpin, yeah, my motherfucking money big
N, you were never about it
N got some bands, I doubt it
Put some X inside my soda, man, you know I'm fucking booted
When I'm off the za, I'm zooted
She on rock, I fucking knew it
That lil n end up missing, man, I cannot say who did it
Yeah, we finna put him in a hearse
If a n say he about it, then he finna see the worst
Got a bust down patek, n, you can check my worth
Yeah, I knew I was that n ever since my fucking birth
I got a twin on the way, and he lurk
N demonic, I pop me a perc
Trapping this shit, I be making it work
Boot up the X, and I'm leaving the Earth
Double cup, fill that motherfucker with wock
N, they talking, they ain't from the block
Money on money, I got it on lock
Bitch, I'm a thugger, I keep me a mop, bitch
N talking crazy, acting like we ain't gone spin the bin
Yeah, I pop out with my kin, yeah, I pop out with my twin
If there's ever beef with me, you know my n tote a Sig
Money Kingpin, yeah, my motherfucking money big
N, you were never about it
N got some bands, I doubt it
Put some X inside my soda, man, you know I'm fucking booted
When I'm off the za, I'm zooted
She on rock, I fucking knew it
That lil n end up missing, man, I cannot say who did it
Credits
Writer(s): Majin Korv
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