Lyrics

(Ha) Boo' (yeah) (Damn, Mario, stop playin') Big dude (big dude, big dude, baby, big dude) I run this shit, nigga Frrt (Ayy, Carter Z, you goin' too crazy) Check this, bitch, bitch, I'm a rich nigga right now (bitch, I'm a rich nigga) I'm thankin' my haters for keepin' (ooh), my name hot (ooh), big dude livin' it right now (I'm like that) Bad bitch toxic, I'm givin' her backshots, I got her drillin' it right now (oh, oh) She told me she love me, I told her, "You movin' too fast, you killin' me right now" (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, I'm the hottest nigga in the country (Boog'), I got her feelin' me right now (Big Boog') Not friendly with niggas, I'm friendly with triggers, on me, you can get this shit right now (rrr) I'm talkin' 'bout literally right now (right now) Kung-fu chopsticks, fight now (hwah) Backward aeroplane, kite now (gone) I'm swingin' my chains, no lights now (ice) I'm throwin' that meeting to tell all my niggas to chill out, we hot as tamales My Haitian, he hungry, but don't want no food, my lil' homie want him a body (roo) These niggas brag about what they done did, bitch, he ain't shot nobody (bitch, he ain't shot nobody) How you gon' rat on your nigga? He shot for you, nigga (how?), you know that ain't solid (how? How?) Ain't no pressure on shit on Earth, them facts, bitch, check out my pockets (check out them-) I'm smokin' on dead'nem profit (gone), i8 all star, serve 'sace (ooh) Big dude, baby, no cocky (ooh) Ten millimeter, big beam, shoot rockets (boom, boom) Internet killers be sloppy, how you gon' win against me and I'm poppin'? (I'm Boog') CMG dissin', I don't rock it (rock it) Niggas don't like me, they know I'm the topic (I'm the topic) They wanna be me, they look at my pictures and statuses ready to copy (see Boo', look at 'em) Bitches be groupies 'bout all these rappers, they really fuck with who poppin' (go look at 'em) These whack-ass niggas be floppin' Rush Hour bullets be choppin' (frrt) Lambo, ride with extendo, dread head murder niggas hangin' out the window (window) Mimi slide in a Sprinter (skrrt-skrrt), it's aunty Mimi, jump out the rental Murder, forever on go, who wanna know? We got the info (info) We got that work like a stove, we got them 'bows, trap out the bando Slide in the city with Dracs and choppers (rrr), we tryna slide (gone) We tryna catch us an opp, they be talkin' on Facebook, pussy gon' die My niggas dump out whatever, they drivin' whatever, just long as it drive Them niggas killed my lil' brother, it's cool on murder, don't think that you sly Niggas bitches, ain't gon' slide, treat an opp pool water, we'll dive Catch him at the weddin', pussy nigga sweatin', fucked 'em, we knocked off the bride (cool) Brent and Jim and Q fucked up my head, long nights, still cryin' (damn) Soon as I get off the road, a vest and a T-shirt, them niggas dyin' (frrt, on me) They got me fucked up (fucked up) Draco a rabbit, it jump up (trr) Murder like clippers, get touched up Toxic lil' mama, I'm fuckin' her guts up (ooh, ooh) I act like a fool, dummy Pockets, they Crip, got blue hundreds (it got blue hundreds) Bitch, I'm a shoes junky (shoes junky) Prada my kicks, a few hundred (a few hundred) Big Boogie See, my young niggas gon' slide, you understand? You feel me? But the true part about this shit My sisters gon' slide just as hard, you understand? Fuck it All these suckers I've been seein' you hatin' for a long time, man (blrrrd) But that shit ain't gon' stop nothin', man Ayy, man, we big dog steppin', nigga
Writer(s): John Lotts, Donavant Mitchell Dean, Garcia Mario Garca Junior, Zwart Carter James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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