Lyrics:
department
I'm from the 'partments, in the 'partments
From them apartments door 112, building 2
Pissed off watchin' my cousin lil Duke
Boosie Boo from them
these niggas been tellin'
And my lil' bro, he kept it silent, forever indebted
This shit embellished in my jeans like a pair of jeans
These niggas cappin'
on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in Talo's
I was speaking
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
get high as I can
They trying to book me, they know my demands
Lil nigga, I got the world in my hands
Labels, they quietly tugging the war
I just stay
be grindin and grindin and grindin like hoes
Been betrayed catch a fade like my name Lil Boosie
Bouta make touring my life like my name Lil Uzi
Man
niggas, I feel like Kiki Rice
Walk with the Uzi, poppin' the peas, I'm beatin' the case, I feel like I'm Boosie
Bad lil' bitch, she carry the stick, she
that war but I'm calm as Some nuns
SOB hoodies for fully and grams
Roll up that ganja and post to the Gram
Run up my numbers I spin what I Want to
I do
slap including your kids
My results are big fact
Like Boosie talk shit and get clapped
Call me Franz Ferdinand it'll start a war if you touch me
it's cool
So they hidin' all they love for you in private
I keep it too real, they fear me, I want the world to hear me
I know Lil Boosie, Tory Lanez,
presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
hitta)
If they try me, she gon slide (okay)
Go to war, she by my side
She my shorty, and my real hitta
(Real hitta, real hitta)
Yeah you know that's my lil
line
Too many rappers getting played by labels a deal ain't even Cross my mind (I ain't lying)
Industry all fucked up wassup with all these new lil
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
me good ol face (Sloppy)
Fresh to death get the casket close it mane
I ain't lil Boosie but whip me down
I see you lil niggas y'all really clowns
Say
off her jaw
When I fight we ain't losin' we ain't takin' no draws
No fuckin' Boosie we gone set this bitch off
For a lil' price ass we can get you
No handouts can't touch ya' hands
Lil Wayne, Birdman do the stunna' dance
Count cash, rubber bands, and dividends
And this what I do till the world
hit Lil Boosie and Webbie man get to saying what's hannenin
I got that juice in my system so imma pop a lil addy
Speed bumps speed bumps speed bumps say
can’t have her thinking
I’m a lil baby
oh
I’ve been slowly smoking feeling loopy
got me feeling a lil boosie
truth be told I feel like toosii
yeah yeah
lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, nigga
She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I fuck her
Put yo' phone in the safe then we can cuddle
We can fuck
songs with alotta slap in 'em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross the back and I
sharing this dicc she shiesty
None of her home girls like me she go to war with this dick she feisty
Shoot this shot like Spike Lee
She a hot lil bih hot
boosie
They said I'm lil with my uzi I'm breaking bread like my name nuski
I'm a younging from the hood in love with spinning them blocks
I know some
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