Booted Up (feat. RXK Nephew)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I go thru shit can't talk at all
I fuck with you for real
So knock that dumb shit off
That henny kicking in
I'm trynna walk it off
One thing she Betta not
Eva do is call the law
I get up out my sleep
I need them drugs in me
Been thru so much pain
Its barley love in me
Baby say it's hard for her
To put that trust in me
My plug a throw whatever
Cause he fucks with me
I'm trynna hold it down
And have some self control
Some times I get outta hand
When I be beating the bow
I tell her that she bad with
Them French tip toes
Go hard or go home and
I ain't goin home
I be talking to myself
That help ease my mind
How I got here girl
It was an easy grind
Sometimes she need her space
Sometimes I need my time
They can say what they want
But I know she mine
All opps in they feelings
Mad they ain't go no future
I see her in my future
So I call her future
Them 12 12 58s
The same size of resputia
She know I'm back at work
She ain't gotta ask what I'm doin
Yeah
Uh
If you see me in my feelings
Its most likely the drugs
Make my mood feel better
Baby boot me up
Wake up drinking out my sleep
They like you do too much
Baby cool as fuck and
Real never do too much
Yeah
Don't ever do too much
Feel like yak
I'm realer so I pop out w my shirt off
Shorty bad fuck around
Fuck her w her skirt on
If a Nigga dissing fuck
Around and put a hurt on
This Mercedes leather lil baby
So please don't squirt on
Then she did kick her out
fuck round and skirt off
Aye
A young Nigga had to run it up
Of this lean bro off a
Yerk swear we booted up
Can't fuck w a Nigga
Swear to god that do too much
I be drinking I be driving
Please pray for me
Either way I know the lord
Got a fucking place for me
Nigga had to run it up
Ain't nobody gone get
This cake for me
If you see me in my feelings
It's most likely the drugs
Make my mood feel better
Baby boot me up
Wake up drinking out my sleep
They like you do too much
Baby cool as fuck and
Real never do too much
Hmm
Why you do too much
Hit my phone with the drama
Then I'm hanging up
No stress
Good head
Good weed
Just to boot me up
Bitch this pill kicking in
I fell it creeping up
Switch blade she like my style
How a Nigga cut
Stewie on me in the studio
Gone head and try yo luck
They gone try to break you down
Just to build you up
Get the bag together
Bae let's go and run it up
Yeah
Yeah
I go thru shit can't talk at all
I fuck with you for real
So knock that dumb shit off
That henny kicking in
I'm trynna walk it off
One thing she Betta not
Eva do is call the law
I get up out my sleep
I need them drugs in me
Been thru so much pain
Its barley love in me
Baby say it's hard for her
To put that trust in me
My plug a throw whatever
Cause he fucks with me
I'm trynna hold it down
And have some self control
Some times I get outta hand
When I be beating the bow
I tell her that she bad with
Them French tip toes
Go hard or go home and
I ain't goin home
I be talking to myself
That help ease my mind
How I got here girl
It was an easy grind
Sometimes she need her space
Sometimes I need my time
They can say what they want
But I know she mine
All opps in they feelings
Mad they ain't go no future
I see her in my future
So I call her future
Them 12 12 58s
The same size of resputia
She know I'm back at work
She ain't gotta ask what I'm doin
Yeah
Uh
If you see me in my feelings
Its most likely the drugs
Make my mood feel better
Baby boot me up
Wake up drinking out my sleep
They like you do too much
Baby cool as fuck and
Real never do too much
Yeah
Don't ever do too much
Feel like yak
I'm realer so I pop out w my shirt off
Shorty bad fuck around
Fuck her w her skirt on
If a Nigga dissing fuck
Around and put a hurt on
This Mercedes leather lil baby
So please don't squirt on
Then she did kick her out
fuck round and skirt off
Aye
A young Nigga had to run it up
Of this lean bro off a
Yerk swear we booted up
Can't fuck w a Nigga
Swear to god that do too much
I be drinking I be driving
Please pray for me
Either way I know the lord
Got a fucking place for me
Nigga had to run it up
Ain't nobody gone get
This cake for me
If you see me in my feelings
It's most likely the drugs
Make my mood feel better
Baby boot me up
Wake up drinking out my sleep
They like you do too much
Baby cool as fuck and
Real never do too much
Hmm
Why you do too much
Hit my phone with the drama
Then I'm hanging up
No stress
Good head
Good weed
Just to boot me up
Bitch this pill kicking in
I fell it creeping up
Switch blade she like my style
How a Nigga cut
Stewie on me in the studio
Gone head and try yo luck
They gone try to break you down
Just to build you up
Get the bag together
Bae let's go and run it up
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Writer(s): K E
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