BOO THANG lyrics

[Intro: PACKGOD, Leg]
Man, f*ck your crew, b*tch
Gang

[Chorus: Leg]
Shawty bad, she my boo thang
I be runnin' up a check like Usain
I don't give a f*ck
I don't wanna find love no more, tryna find me some new thangs
Yuh, got a whip like Bruce Wayne
We be ridin' 'round town, yeah, the crew bang
I don't give a f*ck no more
Ride around town with a Draco, look, I ain't even frontin', like-

[Verse 1: PACKGOD]
Nah, I ain't even tryna front like this
Like with a bag, I'mma go and cop a couple fits
I'm in a Jag', everybody tryna run my sh*t
I'm holdin' a heat so I gotta keep the oven mitt
It's like that
b*tch I know I've been up and sh*t
But, like the higher that they go, the less I trust the clique
And like tag, everybody wanna touch my sh*t
Though a couple months nobody f*ck with it
So why you mad, why you acting like an as*h*le?
It's no sweat when you livin' in the shadows
I gotta keep the arm up on me for the death blow
It's PACKGOD, never ran with the pack hoe
b*tch I'm in the trap, oh, its the way it had to be
I got balls, so everybody wanna tackle me
I'm in they head, yeah, live in they anatomy
I got a clip, Full Metal, like Alchemy
b*tch, I got a clip on me, a mothaf*ckin' shoota
Man, I swear she want my tip, now she be workin' at the Hooters
I was only getting A's while I was f*ckin' up my tutor
I'm just laughin' at the people who was callin' me a loser
Man, she want it back
Cause she know I got the goods
I don't know if I should
And it's so much gas
I had to lift up the hood
Tryna find out what's good
Uh
[Chorus: Leg]
Shawty bad, she my boo thang
I be runnin' up a check like Usain
I don't give a f*ck
I don't wanna find love no more, tryna find me some new thangs
Yuh, got a whip like Bruce Wayne
We be ridin' 'round town, yeah, the crew bang
I don't give a f*ck no more
Ride around town with a Draco, look, I ain't even frontin', like-

[Verse 2: LEX PAIN]
I ain't even frontin', like "Hold up, ay"
If you got the Draco, I'mma pull up with the blade
She said, "I just want you to be okay"
I said, "Baby, thank God for the day 'cause-" (yuh)
Next day dashin', I promise
I got some brothers who died for my honor
Little, my cash, they cared about us
But they know damn well we the type to buy pirahnnas
So they know that they cannot full run
Full money comin' and a condom on, it's real swiftly (haha)
Not from the North, but I got a pole
Give me one reason that I'm comin' down your mother f*ckin' chimney
Making music for myself, they don't gotta feel me
Tell 'em you can make it too, you don't gotta end me
That should only keep your pockets empty
Go and get that money, boy, there's plenty
(You feel me?)