Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Rome
Bruce Rome
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bj
Bj
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lil Boosie badass
A lot of these **** ain't ready to be no gangster
You know what I'm sayin'?
So my word of advice to y'all ****, chill out (Chill out)
[Verse 2]
Nobody hate me 'cause they love me
They know I'm thuggin'
I ain't backin' down from nothin', and I ain't stuntin'
I know I'm from a real street with real heat called G street
Cross the trap we fifty deep, how them thugs creep
Pen **** from fat, skinny, to thin ****
Chill out 'fore you be up in that jailhouse
Mama's ain't bring us up to be no gangsters
The hood got us all with anger, hood got us all in danger (Straight up)
Liquor stores on every corner, bottle after bottle
Another kidney gettin' weak from every swallow (Damn)
Thought he was gon' kill one when he bust that chopper
He let it off and kill Wohty and all his partners
Now he locked up in a six-man cell (Gettin' fucked)
When he touch down he a straight up gal
Wan' be a hustler, ain't even got no street sense
You don't deserve it anyway, he ain't from that dirt anyway
[Verse 3]
It's too late to be the dope mane, chill out (For real)
These hoes love ya till you're broke, mane, chill out (For real)
Watch ya friends real close, mane, chill out
They give your life up in court, lil' ****, chill out
It's too late to be the dope mane, chill out
These hoes love ya till you're broke, mane, chill out
Watch ya friends real close, mane, chill out
They give your life up in court, lil' ****, chill out
[Verse 4]
You wan' a life sentence? (Think about it)
You wan' get put on lockdown where you can't write ****?
You wan' get threw on that wrong line to fight ****? (Let's get it on)
You wan' get twenty to life, come home stressin' on that pipe, ****?
If you wanna be a rapper, gotta be dedicated (See me)
**** couldn't tell Lil Boosie shit, that's how Lil Boosie made it
(That's how I made it)
****, chill out, take that grill out yo mouth
Go and sell it for three hunnid, go and get a half a ounce
Money talk, bullshit walk a thousand miles
Hoes'll say they love a ****, but they love the shine
So many **** want my shine, so I keep a nine
If I'm stressin', I need purple to ease my mind
You don't know about takin' losses
You don't know about throwin' crosses
You don't know about communicatin' with bosses
You got your golds in yo mouth and got yo pistol now
Ain't nobody done you nothin', but you a killer now
[Verse 5]
It's too late to be the dope mane, chill out (For real)
These hoes love ya till you're broke, mane, chill out (For real)
Watch ya friends real close, mane, chill out
They give your life up in court, lil' ****, chill out
It's too late to be the dope mane, chill out
These hoes love ya till you're broke, mane, chill out
Watch ya friends real close, mane, chill out (Real close)
They give your life up in court, lil' ****, chill out
[Verse 6]
You ain't tired ****? (Chill out, man)
You can't see that yo momma eyes ain't dried yet? (Look at 'em)
You get caught on that ride, you gon' be quiet (G code)
You got that pistol, is you ready for that fire back? (Fire back)
Where ya mind at? (What's up, ****?)
You got screws in your head, you ain't retarded in a retarded way
But I guess you thuggin', so you better be 'bout that pistol play
Don be chill out ever since he been out
Laughin' looking at his 'lil cousin takin' over the South
But all their boys already thuggin', will it come back to haunt him
Come back on our baby mommas?
Me, I'm Mister 106, can't fuck with no bricks
Tryna chill my ass out, mane, Lil Boosie on some other shit
I shoulda told Glen to chill out and slow his roll
But I made him go get laptops and .44s
Forgive me, God, my heart was cold
Real gangsters don't see twenty-five, what I was told
Chill out
[Verse 7]
It's too late to be the dope mane, chill out (For real)
These hoes love ya till you're broke, mane, chill out (For real)
Watch ya friends real close, mane, chill out
They give your life up in court, lil' ****, chill out
It's too late to be the dope mane, chill out
These hoes love ya till you're broke, mane, chill out
Watch ya friends real close, mane, chill out
They give your life up in court, lil' ****, chill out
[Verse 8]
Chill out, lil' ****
It don't make no sense grindin' yo whole life to go do life
(For real) For real, that's real talk
[Verse 9]
All you see is the violence, you ain't reapin' my knowledge
Slow your roll, lil' ****
All you see is the violence, you ain't reapin' my knowledge
Slow your roll, lil' ****
Too late, too late, ****
To be the motherfuckin' dope man
Written by: Bruce Rome, T. Hatch
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