Hella Bootsie lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, b*tch hella bootsie I can’t f*ck with her
Broke, ain’t no luck with her
Aye bluff with her, got not a crumb with her
Got a drum, you gon run with her
Look b*tch hella bootsie, she can’t get right
But she get pipe, you f*cking with the real type
b*tch in real life, even when the field tight
And I’m real ripe
I used to, I still might
Look I don’t wanna talk cause the b*tch hella bootsie
Drop my old b*tch, I’m a new me
Tell em grab a cam, it’s a movie
Ima treat a b*tch like I’m juvie
I know they mad cause I talk like the sh*t
Yeah the money come quick, and I scored on his b*tch
All gas, yeah I’m flooring on this b*tch
Go explore, had to tour on this b*tch
b*tch hella weird give me 10 feet, don’t talk, you a bum
We don’t cross paths when we walk
Took a dub, I ain’t sorry for your loss
If he lying, bet that Glock send fire to his draws

[Chorus]
Aye b*tch hella bootsie, I can’t f*ck with her
Broke ain’t no luck with her
Aye, bluff with her
Got not a crumb with her
Aye, got a drum you gon run with her
[x2]
[Verse 2]
b*tch hella boof, if I said it then I mean it
Walked down that blink[?] so I can walk up them Neiman’s
Freakin, sneakin, drugs up in her cleavage
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a motherf*ckin reason
Why, these n*ggas think they hard and they not
b*tch hella bootsie, she be f*ckin with them ops
Not, I
I be clutching on the Glock
He a form, he a snitch, b*tch you f*cking on a cop
Aye, pop lurker tryna get the drop
b*tch you a doorman, I could get you knocked
You not, hot, I’m just filling up the pot
Chef coke, wrist broke
I’m just tryna make a lot
Look b*tch hella trash, she a never see a bag
Oops yeah your bad, I just can’t give a pass
Sweet n*gga, bleed em
I just can’t give a pad
If the police come it’s not Chike, b*tch it’s Chad

[Chorus]
Aye b*tch hella bootsie, I can’t f*ck with her
Broke ain’t no luck with her
Aye, bluff with her
Got not a crumb with her
Aye, got a drum you gon run with her
[x2]