Bway Yungy - Booted Up

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[Intro] (Ayo, Fatboi, let me hear somethin') Ayy, tell them niggas, "Be bool," man I don't be on that shit (Ayy, tell them niggas be bool, man) (My nigga Brando the sickest) (Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?) I ain't with all that shit (And who in the fuck on my dick?) Woah, woah, woah (You heard me? And get blood on my shoes) Tell them niggas, stay in they fuckin' lane (You heard me?) Or, nigga, die tryin', nigga Or, nigga, die Ayy, BWay [Chorus] Uh, uh, I come through this bitch, I'm booted up, please, don't tell me nothin' Tell security, don't come searchin' us, 'cause everybody clutchin' My lil' youngin tryna fuck with somethin' No, he ain't with that tusslin' If they touch me, they gon' bust it, go to bustin', go to bustin' Look, bitch, fuck your cousin, tell your cousin, "It get ugly, it get ugly" (It get ugly) I ain't with all that talkin', sir, it ain't no discussion What you think I got this rocket for? This heat'll tap his muffin Hit they block, we like three-deep in cars Four-deep, and we all got buttons (And we all got buttons) [Verse] Uh, uh (Uh, uh) Block boy (Uh, block boy) Post on that block, remember I had it hard (Had it hard) Uh, ridin' with a chopper, duckin' cop cars (Duckin' cop cars) Uh, he think that he hot? Cool him down, with them Glocks, boy I crash out, they call the cop cars (They call the cop cars) This ain't what you want, boy I'm tryna stalk him, put him on my radar I get home, pick up that Drac', like, "Fuck that AR" (Like, fuck that AR) I'm tryna bust that nigga dome, I baked a cake for him (I baked a cake for him) When them shots let off, they ran No, they ain't wait for him (No, they ain't wait for him) Nigga, play dumb, got a big drum, on my gun Nigga, what? (Nigga, what?) We'll tear this bitch up I'm just waitin' on it, for to mug, uh (Waitin' on it, for to mug) We gon' catch him slippin', follow him home, leavin' the club (Club) And right after we split him, I'm gon' tell you it was us Don't give a fuck 'bout who he was Don't give a fuck 'bout who he was (Who he was), pull my mask down (Down) Huh, gloves on, black flag, we creepin' in, don't make a sound (Black flag, we creepin' in, don't make a sound) I can't show no love, I can't get caught up with my pants down (I can't get caught up with my pants down) Fifteen-double-O, we park his ride, if he caught out of bounds [Chorus] Uh, uh, I come through this bitch, I'm booted up (I'm booted up), please, don't tell me nothin' Tell security, don't come searchin' us, 'cause everybody clutchin' My lil' youngin tryna fuck with somethin' No, he ain't with that tusslin' If they touch me, they gon' bust it, go to bustin', go to bustin' Look, bitch, fuck your cousin, tell your cousin, "It get ugly, it get ugly" (It get ugly) I ain't with all that talkin', sir, it ain't no discussion (That talkin', sir, it ain't no discussion) What you think I got this rocket for? This heat'll tap his muffin Hit they block, we like three-deep in cars (Cars) Four-deep, and we all got buttons (And we all got buttons) [Outro] "I'm lookin' for the block boy," uhh, oh, yeah, he across the block, boy Mm, I got the block boy, yeah, across the block "I'm lookin' for the block boy," uhh, oh, yeah, he across the block, boy Mm, I got the block boy, yeah, across the block
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