RIP FOLLIES lyrics

[Chorus]
Big Booo
I make b*tches and n*ggas nervous
I'll still jack son like Curtis
I still geek up on purpose (Go)
My b*tches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (Us)
I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this b*tch like f*ck it, I earned it (Ooh)
I'll f*ck up a b*tch, I'll f*ck up a n*gga, I'll f*ck up a sack
You know ain't nobody bigger
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
These b*tches ain't got home trainin' (Damn, damn)
If I walk in the house, on the wall, it ain't no painting (Ooh)
I ain't stayin' (Go)
Chillin' like Cleopatra (Mwah)
I ain't never gon' make it confusing, I'm always gon' at ya (Yeah, yeah)
I been waitin' for a b*tch to send shots, I'ma send back at her (Go)
Like a package too big, I'ma put her on the floor and drag her
Like f*ck is you sayin'? This sh*t bringin' out laughter (It's Booo)
Like f*ck 'em, thеy wasn't a part of my life in the last chapter
I'm whippin' a Raptor (Zoom)
I'm seein' thе future like Baxter (Uh-huh)
I'm out in New York with a dagger (Uh-huh)
These rap-ass b*tches some actors (Damn)
Slap me a b*tch and I'll ask my questions after
Slap me a b*tch and I'll ask my questions
f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Big Booo
I make b*tches and n*ggas nervous
I'll still jack son like Curtis
I still geek up on purpose (Go)
My b*tches freaks, it was just last week that I hit Saint Laurent and I burned it (Us)
I been holdin' my chains in the air since I walked in this b*tch like f*ck it, I earned it (Ooh)
I'll f*ck up a b*tch, I'll f*ck up a n*gga, I'll f*ck up a sack
You know ain't nobody bigger (KB)
Okay, okay

[Verse 2]
I'll never smile in the face of a b*tch I don't like (Yeah)
I leave that to y'all (Ooh)
I mark up her face with my paws (Okay)
I'm so geeked, I done locked up my jaw (Damn)
So petite, I'm bon appétit
Ten pounds, a whole lot a weed
I'm smokin', he suckin' my feet (Mhm)
I just won pretty b*tch of the week (Damn)
Thought I won that sh*t every week, hah
Whippin' that sh*t on E
I'm more player than most of you n*ggas (For sure)
I be paranoid, checkin' my rearview
If you rich, I'ma order the menu
If you broke, then I—
That mean I'm nonexistent (Sheesh)
Inside of the whip like biscuits (Damn)
It's brown and tan like my molly (Go)
R.I.P. Follies (Mhm, not the)
Not the two
[Outro]
Mwah
It's us
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