Lyrics:
a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging
vision
Ballin' like I'm MJ, fade away lil' nigga
That bitch bad, Kim K, fade away I'm wit her
She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
get loose, I'm like a goose, bitch
Grew up off Lil Boosie music
That means I get real stupid, please don't make me lose it
I'm tryin' to wild out till I
out
Fresh to death walk in buscemi I'm popping now
I'm trying to get a lil watch presidential
I'm trying to find a lil bitch giving dental
I'm dropping
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
usher and that lil jon shit,
they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch
they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy
dont nobody holla boosie like
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
(and hoes)
Got bread like Scrooge McDuck
Lil bitch I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks
Yeah, I'm bustin' on yo mama look like
that I ain't never took the stand
My lil' Asian bitch she do my feet she from Japan, hey hey
I've been 'round the world reppin' where I'm from, where
When I slide down the block
Got a blunt full of reefer
Boosie badazz set it off
Out the speaker
Bad lil bitch on my side
Like a beeper
Niggas keep
that what this life is capable of
the death and the life of a bitch a thug is what Im scared of
but I got a woman that aint afraid
tuck the toast in
you got tha heart bitch
My nigga chudo kick some shit off, I'm no longer a silent worker out spoken
Kicking that kind shit you never heard of screaming
day he gone thug
Lil mama wanna thug she see me In the club
Baby come thug with us
These n*ggas ain’t touching us
These wanna be thugs slow
Bitch you know the code
I'm Boosie boo I'm a Hot Boy
No I can't be faithful hoe
That's why I want a hot girl
Never back down go, to war
Anytime a day
Handle my business, I'm grown (woo)
I'm tryna make me a B 'fore I'm gone (billion)
There's drugs in my chromosomes (there's drugs)
Yeah, we thugs, don't
out the college
Just left Macfarland bout to head to Alberta
Bout to make a few plays bruh you know that I'll serve ya
Mood on Lil Boosie cause we
with no screws Boosie you'on listen
I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison
Black rain in Angola where the thugs roll
Too many members
a star
Bitch I'm just a regular nigga
On the other hand they hollerin'
War lil Peezy 'bout whatever
I'm the chopper man, I catch him
Leave his head tucked
your pussy lips on live, I'll give ya a thousand dollars
Boosie was bein' too thirsty, I'm just bein' honest (he was)
If doin' too much was a person
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
Boosie boo, Boosie boo, nigga
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
Life story for life story, mane I'm the truth
Boosie boo! Boosie boo, nigga!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
Life story for life story, mane I'm the truth
Bitch if they ever come scoop me, I'm gon' tell the police I was roofie'd
A lil' badass I feel like Boosie, a lil' badass, feel like Boosie
The lavish
Houston
It's badder than boosie
Ay, it's lit, my wrist
My bitch, okay it's ice
This shit is lit, is lit
Okay my bitch, my wrist is ice
This shit OK
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