[Verse: Rocaine]
The story about two crazy brothers
All they wanna do was count hundred after hundred
Crazy ass n*ggas killin', thought the sh*t was funny
Then a snitch came, then the game turned ugly
One of the brothers had a baby named "Boobie"
Diaper bag Gucci, everything Coogi
He was born a killer, think his first words was "Uzi"
This a real story, not no motherf*ckin' movie
Boobie moved to the Hill, cause the feds got the brothers
Went to middle school, met a real motherf*cker
Say "Anything wrong, then Boobie he'll bust you
He don't never tell a hoe sh*t, he don't trust em
He don't f*ck with pus*y ass n*ggas that be cuffin'"
Wanna be like pops and count that motherf*ckin' money
So Boobie and his mans, came up with a mission
Robbed everything, even robbed a couple b*tches
Age 17, the took him in for a pistol
Got out in 3 days with a pistol
Got another ham, Granny praying for her baby
That little n*gga crazy, they say he like his daddy
Bro grabbed the lick for 80 Off rip you know he ready
He plan it out a couple days, so they don't do it messy
Dream Chaser like O-Melly, can't disappoint the brothers
Got married to his cutter, finger f*ck without the rubber
I'm strapped just like a buckle, her daddy say he trouble
But he don't know the struggle, girl he ain't got no hustle
He workin' for the cracker, I'm chillin' with my feet up
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b*tch ain't run he had to cancel, needy ass hoe
They ain't throwing middle fingers up, they throwing up the 4
Had to go and change locations cause the peoples at the door
Why the people had to go? Watch who you call yo bro
Live with no f*ckin' worries, millionaire's bible
And he got that Glock 23 like Ohio
Yo b*tch be on my back like I'm on a motorcycle
Kill everybody, Boobie Meyers, n*gga