Lyrics:
hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo' ass when you was a lil' nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,
gon' hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo'ass when you was a li'l nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,
hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga
Shoulda put somethin' on yo' ass when you was a lil' nigga
But you wanna play with the real niggas,
[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
had my share of beautiful women
And I'm talkin' beautiful inside and out
But those women, I can't seem to do right by, you know
'Cause most times I
supposed to be
N***** two faced, I don't need them close to me
Your dog gon' get rolled up, he purpin' for real
I'm sippin' it slow, cup got purp, and its
seconds
Tell them boys to try pursue me
Comin' back like Lil Boosie
I'm workin' at the game like it my duty
TV motherfuckers don't know what they doin'
walked out
Land of the thrill, mayne that's my spot
Workin' that real up in my twat
(System label me, a killa 'cause Lil Boosie gettin' guap)
(Blood cry
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
check by the man, all gems
Shit was fucked up, now a nigga tryna win
Shit was real crazy when a nigga lost my twin
Stay solid, maintain, never fold,
that's what I'm all about
Don't run yo mouth
I be steady gaining by the year that's what I'm all about
Haa
Don't run yo mouth
Moving how they moving hella
and the facts
Mood swings like a mood ring
What color is you?
Lil Skate, remind me of P little bit
Real shit, fear no nigga
New generation, weirdo niggas,
[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
trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)
Hold on, I ain't even rap-, I ain't, I ain't even rappin', Jason
I'm-I'm really just (huh, ha)
I'm
I pray my Glock don't jam when it's time to go
I pull cards with no blikk cause these niggas hoes
I'm tryna hit this lil bitch she ain't tryna go
She
(Tell me)
What is you sayin'?
Is you gon' slow down buyin' all that 'Sace? ('Sace)
Fendi and Gucci? (Gucci), I'm talkin' Boosie (Yeah)
And other
slow
Thirty, thirty, thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Slow ya roll
Oh boy, yeah
some pussy
They know lil Tori gone buss quick
Slut bitch
Still keep grabbin aint had enough dick
What bitch
I need paper don’t slow me up bitch
Niggas
at the Chevron, got a lil gas
Pull behind the car wash, got a lil head
Niggas want my head, but the boy ain't scared
Headed home gon' to count the bread
Boosie
dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter
real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take
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
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