Lyrics:
out the window ima make it out the gutter
Everytime you see me I'm going hard muthafucker
Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on
Yeah
stores we ripped off
I gotta get fresh, it was so hard to get them zips off
I smoke a lot, see a opp, spot 'em like a polka dot
Always in the gutter
A little bit of thunder, strike out the lightnin' (boom)
Spicy, know she spicy (spicy)
Wet-wet like a Pisces (wet, wet)
Drip, Lil Boosie, bite me (drip,
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is
kicking shit like it's karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, won't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open
all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I’m
I'm filling it up and I keep going brazy
Man, I'm just a hood baby
I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
Got my dawg off the leash, got
racks
Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
Keep these fuckin hoes off of you
When you get some new money turn up uh
You gon' wish you would've
He kill anything he see
He level three for Lil Boosie
And now it's up now
You hopin' we fall, you out of luck now
Level three shit
Yung Bleu gon' have
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
in a cell
I love to tote the .38 because it catch the shells
Pocket monster, I ain't gotta tuck it by my belt
You know I keep that heater on me
murder, murder gotta keep you nine
This that shit that we ride to… yeah
[repeat]
[Lil' Boosie]
I know the game I know the street
I got the raps you got
holler Akon and J-Kwon but what about me?
They holler Youngbloodz and Young Gunz
But Boosie, he bust guns and spit it to his loved ones
Look, they
why
She telling me the hurt
I really don't care
Lil mamma I'm jerk
When it comes to the bedroom
I'ma hit it where it hurts
Lil mamma like it sloppy
thang
Oochie zang zang
Boy keep tripping
You gon hear bang bang
Bad lil bitch An she bout it
Perfect lil mama look at her body
Bumping master p bout it
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
real shit, real facts
Real niggas, real bitches feel that
Niggai'm a keep it gangsta (boosie talking during hook):
I'm a keep it gangsta what up drama
from,
Think its a game we can take it to the guns
[Chorrus]
Born in the gutter, raised in the slums
I don't like talkin we can take it to the guns,
Got
like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty
Fuck a 30, keep a drum
Hold it down for the team
Smoking on a lil sticky
Keep it G with the gang
Lil 50, get high
Water round the lil pot
Came home from
jus did all that
Put dat lil bih in mulsanne
Carry the torch imma flame it like boosie
All on my dick so i put it in her booty
Fuckin on top
and the bitch that he came with
And if Lil Boosie on it
Then you know that it's gon hit
We drinking Casamigos brought my crew and we stay lit
Now bust it down
in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like
[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
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