Lyrics:
I’m gon always keep goin
I’m not sure where I’m goin
I’m gon figure out
I’m gon be on the right route (right route)
I’m gon be on the next flight
Rollin
Rollin
I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin'
Say
I just pulled off from the marathon with a full
won't stop till I see the gas light, I might ride out tonight
A lil hen just make me feel right, got to hold the wheel tight
A couple stops and I'll still
it
Brown liquor in my cup now I'm faded
Couple more hits of the 1882
In my emeralds, barely laced up
Maybe slip a lil bit, on the way up
Plug hit me
goose got a sound
Couldn't get paid the hour
I got paid by the ounce
Cashed out on my water
It's laking and ponding
These guns keep on clapping
Ovation
chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees
Get jacked like Jill, MACs on Phil and Lil, twenty FNs on me
Stashin' doja in the motor of Toyotas,
gucci prada and y.s.l
And her clientele is never fucking hoochies
Just a bunch of bad asses like they only fuck with boosie
I said shorty whats your
stay in water like I'm skinny dipping
Ima take that lil bitch out the spot we gon hit the backseat ima beat it like liston
I'm just saying that we really
steel
You know lil' JumpOutBlacc be driving by like, you might just get killed
Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm styling, Balmain on my heels
Lil shawty I'm looking for you
He want static, put him in the room
All my niggas pop out in the stu'
Shawty grabbing my hand, don't-"" you leave
of water for niggas sleepin on me
Came up i was flippin them quarters like referees lil homie
I could neva chill wit a nigga cant keep a secret for me
Fuck
they do to me
Need to chill, try to stop
Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
I'm with my Momma rent-a-car with ten and a half pounds
No DL's,
on a nigga like toosie
Hop out with choppas
You know we keep uzis
She on my dick
I know she gon choose me
Shawdy just fascinated by this jewlery
Got booked for
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
NFTs buy the shop
Back on my bullshit
Slapping them like I'm lil boosie
Nothing funny this ain't Druski
I Rap and sing call me Tuneshi
I do it myself
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
[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
on our phone
You about to get called out
Now my little deuce coupe you
Don't know what I got
Can't catch me, they'll throw at the cop
You need to chill you
serious before your Serious get took
Swerve back popping out got these lil niggas shook, I got the recipe I just gotta cook
I'm balling going off like
she swear I got bitches
She better chill
Before I fuck around and pop out with her sister
Ok they just freed my 'op
They got me cheesing and shit
I been
swiftly on the first and third
Stick by ya nigga ride or die fuck what ya heard (fuck them ho's)
Would you swerve on the positive side
If a nigga get
with my pole
Leave that boy glitching, they thought he was froze
432, I'm fly like a crow
Dressed in all black like some motherfucking coal
Freaky lil
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