Lyrics:
I'm goin' to rap star heaven
A place where everybody get along
Rap star heaven (Rap star heaven)
Bankroll Fresh (Bankroll, Bankroll)
Lil' Snupe in
up and get it
Say, I just get to that green
Like my first name was ribbit
'Fore I walk back to school, hit the blunt
Spray twice
Just smoked a gram, so
I just got a new bag might blow it all on 2 Jags
2 Bitches and they too bad
I'm gettin' money and you mad
Blue bills by tha bundles nigga you sad
Know
to say his grace
Somebody pass lil bro a napkin
It's toxic don't get started
Nope
Leave niggas broken hearted
Oh
I should hit up Iyanla
This coochie cause
it large (do it large)
And she break a nigga off, got a nigga spoil (got a nigga spoil)
She a bad lil' chick, a fly lil' chick
Hit me on my phone,
nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look
I smoke, I drank, I tote
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stanky, you must don't know where I been hanging
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinking
excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stanky, you must don't know where I been hanging
Gotta get all of this money, only thing that I've been thinking
I got me a boost
Now I'm feeling a lil faded like that nigga lil boosie
Bro the teck and the K and the uzi, so do not play with my name ya lil goofy
as fuck
I can't fuck with groupie bitches, I'ma keep it a buck
Gotta keep it 150, got a light dub or a 50 with me
Pull to the club for the backend, keep
don't pill pop
I just get racks and Then I buy stocks
Put her in the front seat lemme get top ah
This bitch so fire gotta capture
Walking out the store
Now I'm feeling a lil faded like that nigga lil boosie
Bro the teck and the K and the uzi, so do not play with my name ya lil goofy
Got a bad bitch
This the diary of a real nigga
And if it's chapter 3
Lil Kodak the Kolyons they are me
I put my heart in it, I might drown
I'm knee deep you open up
kick back make it easy
We can leave them killings clean
Just wipe me down like lil' boosie
Won't you slide, get a grip, we should ride
Leave em split,
I take ya' bitch in a second
You really losin'
My money tall, it's tall like lil uzi
Talkin' that shit, but you rockin a boosie
Get to the money
I put
Yo
It's ya boy Skitzo (Yessssirski)
Ladies you got bout 5 more seconds to get to the dance floor (Hahaha)
4, 3, 2, 1 Let's go
Move that thang left
claiming no colors or shit
But got that p-90 rouger and it can get ugly in this bitch
My city watching my rear view, I'm speaking in codes
Cause I'm
stacking dough
aint gotta sell crack no more still on my grind got
a lot of kids at home gotta get it on late nights to
the early morn 50 grand in my pocket
is right
I keep it tucked, but I'm willing to fight
I gotta make it back home tonight
Stay out the way 'cause I'm loving my life
She call me bae cause
If we split it we should kill it,
I'm talking three cans by the minute
Don’t get timid start to fidget
What we start we gotta finish, on your
and jewelries to my kids
Just in case I ain't get to live, make sure they knew what it is
A gangster, over-excelled
I been to college and jail
Did no co-op'n
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