Boogers lyrics

[Chorus]
I got the boogers all up in my chain
Free Slugga he locked up in chains (Huh)
My n*ggas they ready to-
Yeah, my n*ggas they ready to bang
My lil youngins screaming out “Gang”
Twenty pointers in the tennis chain, huh
I’m in this b*tch wit’ my heater
I don’t need that b*tch you can keep her
We got the stick in the Track’
So high, I done lost track
I’m beatin’ that b*tch from the back
f*ck around and pull out the b*tch tracks

I get so much motherf*ckin’ money
Yeah, I feel like this sh*t is a hack
We did this sh*t it’s so funny
b*tch that clip hanging on like a bat
I’m running straight to the damn racks
I’m smoking I ain’t talkin’ backs
You actin tough, need to relax
Before you get left up in the past
Them lil bitty chains on yo neck
That ain’t diamonds lil b*tch that is glass
Finna go get a double bеzel Rolex
Pull off on the cops doing thе dash
She ride the di*k the best like it was stolen
My brother just shipped the Wock’ and it came from Poland
Lil Daroo aiming at your top he ready to blow it
All these n*ggas is fake
All these n*ggas is hoes
These n*ggas really some rats
So watch who you call your bro
My brother a millionaire he sh*ttin’ on all of these hoes
I don’t go nowhere with them b*tches
I’m too focused on the benjis
I’m finna go S-class in ‘23
Trying to get the one with the red seats
Rino say he finna get me AP
Got the money yeah he spend it crazy
I’m sticked up so don’t try to zoe me
n*gga think he finna repo me
You trippin’, you trippin’
You better not get caught slippin’
You trippin’, you trippin’
f*ck around and end up missing
All my n*ggas they carry them missiles
These n*ggas be cryin’ go get em a tissue
b*tch you stupid if you think I miss you
We’re going to roll em up if it’s an issue
I walk up in Saks and I spend a lil rack
You know imma get it right back
None these n*ggas want to kick it wit you
I guess they don’t f*ck with the rat
You trippin’, huh you trippin’
You better not get caught slippin’
You tripping, huh you tripping’
You better not get caught slippin’
Free lil Tristan, Free lil Tristan
Yeah, he shootin’ like he on the Pistons
My chains so God damn loud
Jangling when I’m in that pus*y
I don’t know what you heard about
Run em down b*tch you better not push me
Do that sh*t like it’s a movie
12 mad I’m clutching my toolie
When I’m high I just play with her booty
Smoking on za my eyes look stupid