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[Intro]
I came to the conclusion that
A lot of y'all n*ggas just be talking just to talk
But you see where I'm from
I mean
We do sh*t a little different
A Boogie Wassup!!

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
You can tell me this and you can tell me that
But I don't give a f*ck and n*gga that's a fact
'Cause the fakest n*ggas say the realest sh*t
Then the realest n*ggas say it after that
And now I'm running down with some black sweats
A black hoodie and some black boots
A ski mask with a hat that match
So that's black on black on black on black on black on black
And b*tch I'm running down
Matter fact I used to f*ck with n*ggas that go back to back on me in situations
Like if I get hit up then my n*ggas quick to let that MAC attack
And now I'm going down
'Cause where I'm from you either clap the ratchet or the ratchet clap at n*ggas that be actin'
Better have it on you 'cause I got it on me I ain't havin' that
And when I come around
I ain't playing no games with them
f*ck a PlayStation 2 K's hit 'em
If he call 12 let the gauge hit him (Let the gauge hit him)
If you catch me riding shotgun that mean I got one
Ain't no competition f*ck 5,4,3,2 b*tch I'm top 1
I be with a couple n*ggas from the city
Yeah them n*ggas gritty
Pockets lookin' kinda Puffy
Call me Diddy 10's,20's and 100's 50's
I need everything even 1's and pennies
I need Meagan Good to let me suck her titties
I need OVO to sign me for a milli
n*ggas need to know that they ain't f*cking with me
If you looking for me you can come and get me I'll be waitin'
[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, That's word to my F yo I ride for this sh*t (I ride for this sh*t)
Them n*ggas I rode with they ride for they sh*t (They ride for they sh*t)
Them n*ggas I roll with is trying to get rich, when we rich
Pull up on every b*tch that ever fronted when we ain't have money
Now I ain't got time for this sh*t
Ladder on me like I'm climbing and sh*t
In my bag like I'm shopping and sh*t
Blood with me like he poppin and sh*t
Batman with me like we Robin and sh*t
Zip 'em up like I'm bodyin sh*t
Gloves on like we boxing and sh*t
f*ck it tho I ain't got time for this sh*t

[Verse 2: King Ceazar]
(Yeah, yeah)
What would you do if I passed the assist
Most of my life we can't manage this sh*t
Tryna be a preacher and a pastor and sh*t
Wonder when I die what happens after this sh*t
I got into a fight and had a box cutter try to leave a n*gga like a pizzeria
It was 12 AM and everybody sleepin' now I'm in the crib doin' Santeria
'Cuz I need them Benjamins
Look to the people, tell David let him in (At Night!)
The rockers of ganja (Oooh)
We got the sh*t that be breaking the glass like it's opera
Tats on my skin the ink it was there
But I love the f*cking pain n*gga
Smoking so much weed a n*gga can't even see think I'm f*cking going insane n*gga
Addicted to paranoia (let's go)
This is a sign of creativity
Like I'm looking in the sky then I wonder why damn weed really hittin' me
Forget about the hate and the pain and most of all all the misery
And it's a mystery
To get the 4 kids and the dog to try to figure me lil' n*gga
Stoic Stoic
[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & *King Ceazar*]
Yeah, That's word to my F yo I ride for this sh*t
(I ride for this sh*t)
*(Yeah, yeah)*
Them n*ggas I rode with they ride for they sh*t
(They ride for they sh*t)
*(Yeah, yeah)*
Them n*ggas I roll with is trying to get rich, when we rich
Pull up on every b*tch that ever fronted when we ain't have money
Now I ain't got time for this sh*t
Ladder on me like I'm climbing and sh*t
In my bag like I'm shopping and sh*t
Blood with me like he poppin and sh*t
Batman with me like we Robin and sh*t
Zip 'em up like I'm bodyin sh*t
Gloves on like we boxing and sh*t
f*ck it tho I ain't got time for this sh*t

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
1090 'til my time go
Shoot on sight won't be no combo
Like Ibaka keep that 9 tho
Tony Parker, b*tch I'm Rondo
I can't do no 9 to 5 no
Move that work just like I'm Alpo
I would never drop a dime tho
Put that on my n*gga Quado
f*ck around and crack a shell I ain't talking snails treat a n*gga like a lobster
If my n*gga need that bail money I ain't got it then I'm playing cops and robbers
Put a n*gga under
I ain't even fronting
n*gga I ain't stutter I'll f*cking pop ya
Only time you hear a stutter when that choppa bust and it go ba-ba-blocka
On some real sh*t wanna know when the last I f*cking cried n*gga?
After n*ggas killed my bro Quo they just left him in the store to die n*gga
That's the reason why my n*ggas carry heats and always keep it on the side n*gga
King Ceazar, Trippy Rell with my n*gga Flair YFN those (ha!!)
[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & *King Ceazar*]
I ain't got time for this sh*t *(no, no)*
I don't even got time for my b*tch *(no noo nooo noooo)*
YFN in this b*tch
*Yeah yeah*
*Let's go*