Hooligans lyrics
by OBN Jay
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm tryna see waddup wit' you
Tryna touch a million, I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe
Stackin' a lil bread, [?], b*tch we to the roof
Pushin' on the gas, ain't lettin up, no I ain't lettin' loose
Bae don't start today, don't start the hooligans
Grew up 'round them K's, young n*gga shootin' sh*t
Movin' kinda different, but I'm straight, I'm not new to this
I get in the booth and I go ape, I'm wit' the foolishness
[Verse 1: OBN Jay]
I'ma let you know if it ain't real and I ain't feelin' it
Long as I can wake up and can breathe I'ma do my sh*t
Head be hurtin' [?], I'm on codeine, I been sippin' it
Bouncin' on the beat 'bout some real sh*t, I know you feelin' this
Spend it on my b*tch, I like to buy her what she want
Flyin' out of state, I'm in designer winter coats
Luck been kind of bad, I guess I must've split the pole
I got a [?], and I cook up another song
Head been kind of hurtin' 'cause my nerves bad
I been tryna stack it, I been grindin' since last Thursday
I remember watching Monte Carlos come through swervin'
I just thank the lord for everything I been earning
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm tryna see waddup wit' you
Tryna touch a million, I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe
Stackin' a lil bread, [?], b*tch we to the roof
Pushin' on the gas, ain't lettin up, no I ain't lettin' loose
Bae don't start today, don't start the hooligans
Grew up 'round them K's, young n*gga shootin' sh*t
Movin' kinda different, but I'm straight, I'm not new to this
I get in the booth and I go ape, I'm wit' the foolishness
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I got so much Larson on my brain, I got pain in my eyes
But say the same prayer, all that I got left
And I'ma bust yo' brain soon as you n*ggas try, back to back let them bullets fly
Play and I'ma drag you to yo' death
No question, I went flooded out my Hublot, that's that slime talk
Diamonds in my necklace, brick of jiffy, that's what mine cost
Quick to drop a bag to get 'em gone, act like his mind lost
Went deep off in the streets, no right or wrong, I cut his time short
Jiggaboo came on the road just to bring me a .40 Glock
Tryna make Meechie rap, but all he wanna do is serve the block
4K Trey, it's f*ck the cops
And b*tch free DD out that cell block
Tryna cross me, run 'cross the red dot
[Chorus: OBN Jay]
Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm tryna see waddup wit' you
Tryna touch a million, I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe
Stackin' a lil bread, [?], b*tch we to the roof
Pushin' on the gas, ain't lettin up, no I ain't lettin' loose
Bae don't start today, don't start the hooligans
Grew up 'round them K's, young n*gga shootin' sh*t
Movin' kinda different, but I'm straight, I'm not new to this
I get in the booth and I go ape, I'm wit' the foolishness