Adios (feat. Foxx & Big Head)

I'm comin' watch the shoes 'cause I'm bouncin' through the club
Rollin' hard, you'll move when I'm bouncin' through the club
I might jus' burn you with this goo when I'm bouncin' through the club
With 'bout 45 dudes when I'm bouncin' through the club

You ain't talkin' 'bout no cheddar
(Adiós)
Ridin' 20 inches or better
(Adiós)
You ain't a fine Cinderella
(Adiós)
Lil' mama, you ain't on my level
(Adiós)

A buck 50 but who gon' fuck with me
I'm young but I'm deadly like a pit
When I here sick picture my old mane feed me
All that talk at all don't mean nothin'
My goose water ain't seen nothin'

Might need a vest I ems that boy with all that mean muggin'
My mama throwed and my daddy dumb so where you think I get it from
You want some, come get some
Some trill niggas I'm with some

I'm a baby gangsta if you ain't know
We hit the club, we rush the floor
We buy the bar, we buy the booth
I paid for two but take more
I'm drinkin' so I'm tore up
I love it when hoods go up

Anti social in this bitch
So keep movin' if you don't know us
Smallest nigga in' the club but I'm ready for Shaq size
I snuck somethin' in the club that'll leave him with close eyes

I'm too hot to freeze with it, you play and get baptized
Send you closer to your maker, you heard me get baptized
And I put that on my lil' one, you try me its nap time
You ain't 'bout gettin' this money
Adiós, say goodbye

I'm comin' watch the shoes 'cause I'm bouncin' through the club
Rollin' hard, you'll move when I'm bouncin' through the club
I might jus' burn you with this goo when I'm bouncin' through the club
With 'bout 45 dudes when I'm bouncin' through the club

You ain't talkin' 'bout no cheddar
(Adiós)
Ridin' 20 inches or better
(Adiós)
You ain't a fine Cinderella
(Adiós)
Lil' mama, you ain't on my level
(Adiós)

Lil' Boosie bad ass, uh oh

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, it's Boosie boo
You know, you know, you know, you know that I'm truth
Adiós lil' mama, I need a dime, somethin' red thick and fine
Get on top and make it grind, I'm iced out, no herringbone
Check out my ringtone, check out my theme song

You don't know my struggle, fresh white g's no s dot carter's
Three fresh chargers, play with me you gettin' slaughtered
I'm the big dawg in' this family, the judge at this courthouse
It's purple when we smoke out, it's murder when we roll out

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, let's get it
They saw them choppers
Naw, they adiós in' round the 50
Adiós

I'm comin' watch the shoes 'cause I'm bouncin' through the club
Rollin' hard, you'll move when I'm bouncin' through the club
I might jus' burn you with this goo when I'm bouncin' through the club
With 'bout 45 dudes when I'm bouncin' through the club

You ain't talkin' 'bout no cheddar
(Adiós)
Ridin' 20 inches or better
(Adiós)
You ain't a fine Cinderella
(Adiós)
Lil' mama, you ain't on my level
(Adiós)

This you, boy, big head, the dome doctor in the buildin', you heard me
Look, old black match diamond tat, Rogan strapped street thug
Dude up, screwed up, been 'bout beef thug
You see me, watch back, smilin' gone speak thug
I ain't come in peace thug, watch your dawg, thug

Trunk with a tone weapon, respect is known
'Cause I take suckers domes and I break
You better duck, boy, watch out
'Cause trill break that scotch out

No, ohh, wee my bad, oh no, you gettin' smashed
I'm fly so let me pass, my pockets full of cash
And the parkin' lot full of that south and they gone pass
If the dome docters muggin', lil' daddy you too close
How 'bout you and your weak lil' freak
Adiós

I'm comin' watch the shoes 'cause I'm bouncin' through the club
Rollin' hard, you'll move when I'm bouncin' through the club
I might jus' burn you with this goo when I'm bouncin' through the club
With 'bout 45 dudes when I'm bouncin' through the club

You ain't talkin' 'bout no cheddar
(Adiós)
Ridin' 20 inches or better
(Adiós)
You ain't a fine Cinderella
(Adiós)
Lil' mama, you ain't on my level
(Adiós)

Webbie, Trill Ent, Young Savage

Give me a lil' space so I can really lose my mind
Put some flakes up in that candy so that bitch can really shine
Ain't no ice up in this brandy, I jus' like to gulp it down
Ain't no runnin' from the savage, I most likely gun you down
Seven rooms, four baths, you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Webbie pictures on the wall



Credits
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Webster Gradney, Deshawn Johnson, Jeremy Allen, Jonathan Reed
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