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Boondocks
Booter Bee
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Three man out the bin doing canteen sheets
I'm still backseat tryna squeeze it
Reload the twin ting, Hughie and Riley
Suttin' got shh, now his opp in his feelings
We need more corn for the .38 spin
When no one peeps, it's ZK reapin'
Causin' a ruckus, blue tape in the evening
Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing
Ching it, make that boom, dot that smoke
Grab it again and repeat it
My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deepin'
And eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in
Talk slick, slide back, just give me a reason
Two black bells, two ZK's reapin'
No cell site, just put a 'bo heat in
Make a man sit down like it's parents' evening
Tryna move tense when we step in the field
The shotgun bell left his hairline peeled
9 Double M and .44 corn
They hop when they fly, leave insides grilled (That's one)
Run, life threaten, you're taking the piss
We're going again 'til that job fulfilled
Bro moves that whip, got hands on smoke
He's going again and he's using skill
The G-Lock fresh out the box like curd (Fresh)
Come to the block, it's a turn for the worst
Who's that there? Now we're taking a turn
I fly it again, I ain't taking turns (Baow)
They keep getting touched, but they still don't learn
Riley's confused, who's doing the works?
Bad B, no phone when I'm off her skets
Blow juice, that bread is my main concern
Circle the two and I'm robbing the block back
School days, had a shotgun in my rucksack
Died in Weems, know bare man done that (Yeah)
Stacks from the bando, I love that, love that
Pulling her hair, said she loves that, love that
He tripped up, so I chucked that (Ching, ching)
Bro got popped, I was quick
Keep ballin', don't look back
Obbo when bro can't lack, bro, fuck that
When I'm spraying like Shampzy, run out of luck
No shellings when he got chopped like Buj
Watch everyone run when corn get flung
I do it for bro, gang-gang, that's love (Gang)
Chop that blade, sucky, it won't get chucked
Had an epiphany, an opp got (Baow)
Put two in the bruck, what if I hear 'bout drops?
Then bait with my lighty, sloppy, it's top
Three man out the bin doing canteen sheets
I'm still backseat tryna squeeze it
Reload the twin ting, Hughie and Riley
Suttin' got shh, now his opp in his feelings
We need more corn for the .38 spin
When no one peeps, it's ZK reapin'
Causin' a ruckus, blue tape in the evening
Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing
Ching it, make that boom, dot that smoke
Grab it again and repeat it
My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deepin'
And eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in (Baow)
Talk slick, slide back, just give me a reason
Two black bells, two ZK's reapin'
No cell site, just put a 'bo heat in
Make a man sit down like it's parents' evening (Pussy)
Don't call my bluff
Gang leave holes in your top like Shy
Broad day, gang still do it at night
Surprised they're alive like Ian Wright
Get the drop in the Woods, we'll load up the bine
Get a bang 'round there like it's Bonfire Night (Baow)
Dinner with my lighty, she holding pipe
Straight back to the T, let me cut down a nine
Got smoked tryna smoke on his ciggie
I ain't gotta talk too much, no Biggie (Haha)
No manners, the gang get busy
Back on the rammy and bro move giddy (Gang)
Hold my breath when I let that blow
Huff and I puff like three little piggies (Baow)
Stick to the code, don't talk to the piggies
If the shoe fits, then wear that filly (Wear it)
Invest in a wap, better let yours beat
Don't talk 'bout beef, we live in the street
Just spotted a neek, bro circle the Jeep
No juice on your blade, don't jump on a beat (That's one)
This cat ain't a stray, it's giving off shell
I'll give her a treat when I bag this B (Uh-huh)
Don't @ me, then turn athlete
The shotgun's lovely, it's coming petite (Baow)
Head in, tryna find who's riding
Ambulance picking up victims fighting
Speak for yourself, but the guys ain't finding
News don't know about numerous
That's me and B, two swords like Vikings
'02 Shotgun, snap that, rise it
Flick off the safety, close one eyelid
Blue tape, fly home, close my eyelids (Baow)
Three man out the bin doing canteen sheets
I'm still backseat tryna squeeze it
Reload the twin ting, Hughie and Riley
Suttin' got shh, now his opp in his feelings
We need more corn for the .38 spin
When no one peeps, it's ZK reapin'
Causin' a ruckus, blue tape in the evening
Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing
Ching it, make that boom, dot that smoke
My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deepin' (MoraBeats)
And eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in
It's all of that rider entertainment, you get me?
Shout my shooter, B
Everytime Gang shit
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