Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
I see them eyeing me
Wondering y they be trying me
Like i ain't bout tht life
And I won't let the fucking iron speak
Undeniably I got shooters
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black
all the fresh champion clothes on the rack
Carrying a big stack Boosie bout to do it for the pack
Nation Gang we murder any of your tracks, and that's
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
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
up
Break her down show the lil bitch how to cook up
Birds flyin every no need to dodge um
Drop um off I pitch um off like I'm Ben Roethlis
Broad day
outside It
I remember back in the days you n***** was banging that other shi
N**** ain’t worried abt these hoes lil n**** they be on some other shi
N****
my own I'll do it by my damn self
I bet I got em listening so if I ever ran I wasn't a man in the first place
Hold on Boosie wipe me down, im in it
mudd
Got a pot, some soda, and some fire D
I hope I win shootin' craps
It been a long day
On tha corner hustlin' everyday
I came a long way (Boosie
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold, never bend
Better days came, yeah, lil' Oso made it out the pen
I'm balling in the game, I ain't gon' stop
wit my lil gurl watchin news bout binlodin wen i heard sum shells poppin
I wondered who dis is want my dick and my dirt
eitha a hitta or kidnappa jus
knees like Kaepernick
Bitch ima killa, lil boy you A pacifist
Bitch ima sippa, got whole lotta activist
12 try to catch me, you know im gassin' it
Aint
her fussing
Yeah
Working 458 days so I can get a 458
Can't afford to sleep, I won't to afford the better days
I'm gonna be great for now, you can look
Like a 2-piece
Put it in her raw
Then tell her oopsy
Put it in her raw
Like I'm lil boosie
Finna shoot the club up
Wit the uzi
Hit it from the back
Only if a nigga knew like (yo)
It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you
This time last year niggas was like
Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets
time
All alone I’m by myself
But
Ima get all of mines
Sorry if I flipped ya cash app
Cause I had to pay fines
I’m that same lil nigga
I’m still missin my
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
a loosie
Twerking on the gram bout to @ Lil Boosie
Reminds me of a song, Migos and Uzi
Funny cause she always been Bad and Boujee
And I ain’t the type
bitches, my bitches bad with a whole lot of swag
If not I'll pass like I studied, swear
I hate the lil' barbie bitch, ain't got a pot to piss
All on my
stackin', miss my niggas, this one for Lil Boosie
Come have fun with the gang, we turn shit to a movie
All these bitches groupies, I might buy some uzis
turned to a 50000
1500 turned to a 1000000 dollas
Hey, money, I get it, I stack it, I flip it
Aye, talkin’ bout savin’, yeah
I get ‘em digit's aye, I’m
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