Na Na Na Boo Boo lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck that
Na na, boo boo
I f*cked your b*tch and you didn't
Na na na, boo boo (Yung Shad, you killed this track)
I’m brazy like that, big Glock, b*tch

[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f*cked your b*tch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my n*gga bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin’ up, so n*gga, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like

[Verse 1]
Na na na, boo boo
f*ck you, b*tch, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
b*tch, na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f*cked your b*tch in Jimmy Choo
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with True Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' b*tch, that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna f*ck that lil' b*tch, I don't drink
I'ma tell that lil’ pus*y that stink, stink
Tell that lil’ b*tch that her pus*y, it stink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink
Sippin’ on Henny, you know that I think
I'm proud of my n*ggas, yeah, tryna peak
Shoot that lil' b*tch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil’ b*tch with my eyes wide open
f*ck n*gga say he want a feature for five hundred, what the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the f*ck, you jokin'?
Ha, hehe, hahaha, ha
Hehe, hahaha
Pull up on a n*gga like blah blah
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f*cked your b*tch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my n*gga bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so n*gga, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like

[Verse 2]
And she just told me that she really love the way we swaggin'
Forty on my neck, and I ain't even f*ckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a n*gga wrist and I spent it
Sold it for like thirty-five hundred, my pendant
I don't wanna f*ck the b*tch because I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna f*ck me, but I know the pus*y musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pus*y dusty
That chopper gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you
On Blood gang, yeah, suwoop
Gang with us, I can't feel you
But I f*ck with Crips
Free motherf*ckin' Bree, yeah, he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my n*gga Crippin'
And my n*gga bummin' hoes
Ten hundred bond, that ain't nothing
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
f*cked your b*tch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't f*ck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my n*gga bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so n*gga, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like