Boosie Badazz lyrics
by YSR Gramz
[Intro]
([?], you made this?)
[Chorus]
I'm like that n*gga Boosie Badazz 'cause I call shots
If I hit him with that—, they gon' call the cops
Pourin' threes in a cream soda, it's like four pops
That switch went off, it hit like four opps
[Verse 1]
Never take a b*tch to your crib, they be droppin' dots
n*ggas get straight out of jail and cuff a thot
The lil' n*ggas I seen grew up got the hood hot
Hit they whip with ARP, got they top dropped
I'ma get a hundred million streams, I am not gon' stop
I'ma make a hundred somethin' bands out a trap spot
I'ma be runnin' to the money if I rap or not
Bro got a ten milli' on him, I got a forty Glock
It don't cost sh*t to get him gone, that sh*t lil' money
Bro bought seventeen cribs, that's real money
When I went broke, ain't nobody out here feel for me
Your mans got dropped, ain't nobody out here slid for him
My n*gga head f*cked up, he take pills for it
Don't try to take nothin' from me, n*gga, get you spilt for it
Got a freak b*tch in my BNB, I'm off with Elroy
Dog started f*ckin' with the opps, we should've killed boy
[Chorus]
I'm like that n*gga Boosie Badazz 'cause I call shots
If I hit him with that—, they gon' call the cops
Pourin' threes in a cream soda, it's like four pops
That switch went off, it hit like four opps
I'm like that n*gga Boosie Badazz 'cause I call shots
If I hit him with that—, they gon' call the cops
Pourin' threes in a cream soda, it's like four pops
That switch went off, it hit like four opps
[Verse 2]
If you out here lackin', boy, you better get a blick.com
I'm in the club with some older hoes, tryna f*ck a mom
I was gon' do a feature with him, but it slipped my mind
Streets f*cked up, everybody like 6ix9ine
f*ck tryna be a street n*gga, get rap money
I punch in, you would never see me out here writin' nothin'
f*ck what I buy this b*tch somethin', she never buy me nothin'
She ain't give the pus*y to me, I'm tryna f*ck her cousin
I tried to slide on this one b*tch, she already f*cked my brother
Rap n*ggas act like Gramz, we ain't real brothers
I buy P's 'cause I'm tryna make my money triple-double
I ain't have a plan in this sh*t, I pulled a no huddle