Hardware
BoogFromThe7
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Back when I ain't had shit Just a babymama ain't had no bad bitch I sat back watch everybody switch Claiming ya'll real ya'll really catfish Diamonds on my wrist really I'm dipped Really got work so hit me on the hip Bout to take a trip My whole life lit If I'm not on a plane then I'm probably on a ship Really I'm it A milli on it My music on hit and it bang like a crip Word around town in the city I'm it Stay with a mac got fifty in the stick Make it go click All about my pesos Making this queso Pockets full of play doe aye yo Knocking shit out call me K.O. Never on the under I don't lay low they know Got the punchlines call me Rocky Pulling out the canon like the fucking paparazzi Five six and stocky Thirty in a choppy Get hit with the stick like a fucking game of hockey Ain't no way to stop me All you do is copy Counting on these takis While I'm riding with the ocky A little bit cocky I ain't never been sloppy My name Ace Boog but she calling me Papi I be Posted on the block where the sign say stop Busting all these knocks got me counting like a clock And I call the shots like I'm sipping Ciroc Better kick rocks cause I'm headed to the top They want me to fail They want me in jail Feel me like brail Getting scratch like a nail Move like a snail But made my own trail Tree on the scale Watch me weigh up a whale I was rolling up weed 'Fore I knew I could read Picking up speed Watch me take up the lead You full of that greed That's nothing I need I stay running shit like a fucking stampede Burning all this indoor Catch me with the kinfolk And it's going down like the window Yeah Cruising in a rental And I got a benzo Watch me hold it down on ten toes Yeah And I put it down like a dog at the pound In and out of town I ain't never out of bounds Take me for a clown Then I'm laying shit down If you need some pounds Then go and pull around Never with the games Never with the lames Indica strain yeah straight to the brain Stay up in your lane Before you get slained My shooters got aim They shoot up n bang Banding a comma I'm planning for drama Hand on my llama I ran with paranas Didn't sit in no Honda's Did terms like Obama Wake up in Bahamas And shop in pajamas I'm making my cash grow I talk like a asshole Hot like Tabasco Look like I just passed Go Snatching a fast hoe My game like a lasso Down in èl Paso We letting them packs go I'm dipped like a chip Keep a clip on the fifth Hop on the beat and then rip it to bits Not giving a shit I'm sending a bitch Not pretending a bit I'm renting a whip We running a lick Got a drum on the stick Muscling shit and we bubbling quick Selling that bass and it come with a kick Watch your bitch cause she in love with the sick You fucking up I'm on the up and up From the bottom like an uppercut You dont want the drama you ain't tough enough Give you the business like a button up Seven where I'm at I'm a put it on the map Throw a couple hand out you on your back Drop a couple bands out it on your hat All the way up and it's no looking back
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Written by: ANTHONY SAGGIO
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