Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle, wait but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
Bitch I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar yea that bitch go raw and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Diamonds two tone
Two lights bitch it's truly shown
And ya boo gone and it's jus cuz the roof gone
Bitch sat in my lap and jumped up when she felt two bones
I keep my gun on my right so I can prove you wrong
What's left yea you stay down like a tombstone
Booga up and got green like a cucumber
Look at the cool guy, sauce like poupon
Smoking herb I ain't pouring up no poison
He gone challenge me and now he so gone
A nigga tryna do better feeling chosen
F*ck the others
Booga slept by the oven
Came from nothing
Underground how I get money
Mhm Harriet Tubman
I was skinny and my nose was runny
She felt the punch off the line no pun and it wasn't funny
When Booga was down bad nobody was looking for me
Now I got sum cash so I know then niggas coming for me
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle wait but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar it go raww and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Too scared to be broke, can't be no vagabond
Thinking bout kicking doors for that bag to come
Man do what he gotta do for that cash to lump
You fiends act like fools when that pack come
Mah niggas business men make that bag jump
I can't die put me in the bag and watch the bag jump
He play games but these ain't props and we gon tag em
F*ck a drive by we got a van and we gon grab em
I told her since she got a soul I'ma snatch it
Make it gold give it back and still pass her
Booga get to preaching on mics like a pastor
Trapped in trenches so turned to a trapper
Knew I was meant to be rich it don't matter
Manifest what I want creating matter
Save your words energy wasted off the chatter
I'm high asf I'm in space William shatner
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar it go raww and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
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Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle, wait but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
Bitch I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar yea that bitch go raw and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Diamonds two tone
Two lights bitch it's truly shown
And ya boo gone and it's jus cuz the roof gone
Bitch sat in my lap and jumped up when she felt two bones
I keep my gun on my right so I can prove you wrong
What's left yea you stay down like a tombstone
Booga up and got green like a cucumber
Look at the cool guy, sauce like poupon
Smoking herb I ain't pouring up no poison
He gone challenge me and now he so gone
A nigga tryna do better feeling chosen
F*ck the others
Booga slept by the oven
Came from nothing
Underground how I get money
Mhm Harriet Tubman
I was skinny and my nose was runny
She felt the punch off the line no pun and it wasn't funny
When Booga was down bad nobody was looking for me
Now I got sum cash so I know then niggas coming for me
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle wait but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar it go raww and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Too scared to be broke, can't be no vagabond
Thinking bout kicking doors for that bag to come
Man do what he gotta do for that cash to lump
You fiends act like fools when that pack come
Mah niggas business men make that bag jump
I can't die put me in the bag and watch the bag jump
He play games but these ain't props and we gon tag em
F*ck a drive by we got a van and we gon grab em
I told her since she got a soul I'ma snatch it
Make it gold give it back and still pass her
Booga get to preaching on mics like a pastor
Trapped in trenches so turned to a trapper
Knew I was meant to be rich it don't matter
Manifest what I want creating matter
Save your words energy wasted off the chatter
I'm high asf I'm in space William shatner
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar it go raww and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle, wait but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
Bitch I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar yea that bitch go raw and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Diamonds two tone
Two lights bitch it's truly shown
And ya boo gone and it's jus cuz the roof gone
Bitch sat in my lap and jumped up when she felt two bones
I keep my gun on my right so I can prove you wrong
What's left yea you stay down like a tombstone
Booga up and got green like a cucumber
Look at the cool guy, sauce like poupon
Smoking herb I ain't pouring up no poison
He gone challenge me and now he so gone
A nigga tryna do better feeling chosen
F*ck the others
Booga slept by the oven
Came from nothing
Underground how I get money
Mhm Harriet Tubman
I was skinny and my nose was runny
She felt the punch off the line no pun and it wasn't funny
When Booga was down bad nobody was looking for me
Now I got sum cash so I know then niggas coming for me
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle wait but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar it go raww and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Too scared to be broke, can't be no vagabond
Thinking bout kicking doors for that bag to come
Man do what he gotta do for that cash to lump
You fiends act like fools when that pack come
Mah niggas business men make that bag jump
I can't die put me in the bag and watch the bag jump
He play games but these ain't props and we gon tag em
F*ck a drive by we got a van and we gon grab em
I told her since she got a soul I'ma snatch it
Make it gold give it back and still pass her
Booga get to preaching on mics like a pastor
Trapped in trenches so turned to a trapper
Knew I was meant to be rich it don't matter
Manifest what I want creating matter
Save your words energy wasted off the chatter
I'm high asf I'm in space William shatner
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She talking strong til she got her back blown
Now the bitch tryna cuddle but you dead wrong
Ha you got me dead
I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar it go raww and have yo mans gone
Booga a star in this bitch with the Patek on
I'm in my zone like autos with this matic bone
Writer: DeMarius Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid