Na Na Na Boo Boo

Fuck that Na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch, ah Na na na, boo boo I'm brazy like that, big Glock bitch Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's Giuseppe we don't fuck with you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Big Glock, and it's pointed at you And my nigga, bang suwoop Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo We all up in G5 Turnin' up, so nigga, screw you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo He thought it was cocaine But I finessed them with the flour like Na na na, boo boo Fuck you bitch, screw you Na na na, boo boo Bitch, na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's Giuseppe we don't fuck with you Religion, that is all for you No, lil' bitch that's all for you Ferragamo on my mink, hmm I don't wanna fuck, aye lil' bitch I don't drink, I'm gon' tell that lil' pussy to stick Tell that lil' bitch, that her pussy, it stink Sippin' on henny, you know that I drink Sippin' on henny, you know that I think I'm of my niggas yeah, tryna peak Shoot that lil' bitch, and I bet I won't blink Shoot that lil' bitch, with my eyes wide open Fuck nigga, he say he want a feature for five hundred What the hell you smokin'? Tell me what the fuck, you jokin'? Hehe, hahahaha Hehe, hahaha Pull up on a nigga, like blah blah ha Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's Giuseppe we don't fuck with you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Big Glock, and it's pointed at you And my nigga, bang suwoop Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo We all up in G5 Turnin' up, so nigga, screw you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo He thought it was cocaine But I finessed them with the flour like Danger talk, but I swear she love the way we swaggin' Forty on my neck, and I ain't even fuckin' braggin' Ten bands on a nigga wrist, and I spend it Sold it for like thirty-five hundred, like damnit I don't wanna fuck the baby, cause I heard she ugly Shorty wanna fuck me, but I know the pussy musty I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy dusty That choppa gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you On Blood gang, yeah suwoop Gang wit us, I can't feel you But I fuck with crips Free motherfuckin' Bree, yeah he trippin' Yeah, he trippin' But my nigga crippin' Yeah, my nigga bummin' hoes Ten hundred bands, that ain't nothing Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo's Giuseppe we don't fuck with you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Big Glock, and it's pointed at you And my nigga, bang suwoop Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo We all up in G5 Turnin' up, so nigga, screw you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo He thought it was cocaine But I finessed them with the flour like