Bo Cruz lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, what the hell?
How?
(It's Hokatiwi)
Haha
What the hell?

[Chorus]
Feel it in the air like beanie
Rich teenager, never had a martini
She could make a di*k dissapear, Houdini
b*tches look at B and get to strippin' to a 'kini
You the type to, uh, damn (What?)
You the type to eat a hotdog, no bun, straight weenie
I'm the type to make a b*tch wish to a genie
Five star faded, eatin' shrimp, linguine

[Verse 1]
Five star faded, entrées keep comin'
Talkin' to myself, get the pape', keep thumbin'
Pay a couple racks, pop up, Brez summon
Faded in thе booth, f*ck around, start hummin' (Hm), huh
f*ck around, start crumpin'
Faded with your b*tch, f*ck around and start humpin'
Beatin' up the pus*y, soundin' likе a car bumpin'
Brodie got a knife but he ain't ever car pokin'
I don't start nothin', no
I don't start sh*t but I finish in your b*tch face
Old as hell and you can't up a ten, you a disgrace
Shawty touchin' on me, you would think that somethin' misplaced
Back then, I was really broke, got a big brace
Bro mad, takin' sh*t for real like a kid's race
Been him, took a couple Os in sixth grade
Eyes low, givin' out the game like a sensei (What the hell?)
[Chorus]
Feel it in the air like beanie
Rich teenager, never had a martini
She could make a di*k dissapear, Houdini
b*tches look at B and get to strippin' to a 'kini
You the type to, uh, damn (What?)
You the type to eat a hotdog, no bun, straight weenie
I'm the type to make a b*tch wish to a genie
Five star faded, eatin' shrimp, linguine

[Verse 2]
Faded rockin' fly sh*t, everything new
Gave your b*tch a zip and told her roll me up a few
Hotboxin' in the winter, ain't no smokin' in the stu'
Top floor of the penthouse, I'm smokin' with a view
I'm like who in the f*ck would f*ck with me?
Lot of fast money, rain it up abruptly
Lickin' on me like a blunt, she stuck with me
Had to put the Backwoods down, they yuck to me
Loose leaf, slapwood, best out of both worlds
Your sh*t suck, when I hear it, make my toes curl
Splurgin' on sweatshirt, I don't know Earl
I don't gotta dance, up a knot, make a ho twirl
Up a knot, won't believe what a ho do
Ballin' hard, drippin' overseas like I'm Bo Cruz
Shout out Quan, pushin' keys on her pro tools
I've been workin' hard, I ain't SZA, ho, I don't snooze
[Outro]
I don't snooze
Yeah, I've been workin' hard, I ain't SZA, I don't-, yeah
b*tch, I ain't SZA, I don't snooze, haha
Ballin' overseas like I'm Bo Cruz
But I ain't even overseas but my clothes are from overseas
Ha