"Boolin Brazy" lyrics
(feat. YG)
[?]
Bongo ByTheWay
Top back like the eighties
Two white girls doing Miss Brady
Got your-got your bitch in the 'cedes
In the backseat boolin' all brazy, woo
On mommas, the homies raised me
Four-hundred, I ain't never Fugazi
It's still-it's still "Fuck you, pay me"
In the backseat going too brazy, woo
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit, woah
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit
B-O-M-P-T-O-N
YG, Kendrick, we gon' win
Pull out [?]
Red Gucci rags go around on my wrist, woo
Blood gang, nigga, no virus
Trigger finger twisted up 'til it's arthritis
Four-five iPhone both phone silent
Rolls Royce ghost ride with no pilot
Backwoods, gut it, roll it
Don with the Juli', blanco, pour it
Red bandana, twist it, fold it
Tie it in a knot and let my forehead hold it
I'm a OG nigga, I'm 'bout
A fifth of Hennessey from being the old me, nigga
B-O-M-P-T-O-N
Me and YG fucking you and your friend
Pull up
Top back like the eighties
Two white girls doing Miss Brady
Got your-got your bitch in the 'cedes
In the backseat boolin' all brazy, woo
On mommas, the homies raised me
Four-hundred, I ain't never Fugazi
It's still-it's still "Fuck you, pay me"
In the backseat going too brazy, woo
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit, woah
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit
You know YG, he got four hundred extras
Same nigga, same nigga since the day I met you
Chuck Taylors, ketchup, Red Lambo ketchup
The four-five gon' catch ya
Them bullets don't respect ya
Yeah, I do mine like this
Flag on my neck, four-five on my hip
Twist my fingers up, two-step then I dip
[?] got the pissed, yeah
Bang, lil nigga, bang
Slide up on a bitch nigga, take a nigga chain
Everything I rapped about, I did it on the game
Every ratchet bitch I hit the homies, ran the train
Yeah, skrrt skrrt, Range Rover
Brown liquor, black bitch, white chauffer
Gang bangin' [?]
It's YG and the Game, nigga, game over, yeah
Top back like the eighties
Two white girls doing Miss Brady
Got your-got your bitch in the 'cedes
In the backseat boolin' all brazy, woo
On mommas, the homies raised me
Four-hundred, I ain't never Fugazi
It's still-it's still "Fuck you, pay me"
In the backseat going too brazy, woo
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit, woah
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit
Bongo ByTheWay
Top back like the eighties
Two white girls doing Miss Brady
Got your-got your bitch in the 'cedes
In the backseat boolin' all brazy, woo
On mommas, the homies raised me
Four-hundred, I ain't never Fugazi
It's still-it's still "Fuck you, pay me"
In the backseat going too brazy, woo
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit, woah
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit
B-O-M-P-T-O-N
YG, Kendrick, we gon' win
Pull out [?]
Red Gucci rags go around on my wrist, woo
Blood gang, nigga, no virus
Trigger finger twisted up 'til it's arthritis
Four-five iPhone both phone silent
Rolls Royce ghost ride with no pilot
Backwoods, gut it, roll it
Don with the Juli', blanco, pour it
Red bandana, twist it, fold it
Tie it in a knot and let my forehead hold it
I'm a OG nigga, I'm 'bout
A fifth of Hennessey from being the old me, nigga
B-O-M-P-T-O-N
Me and YG fucking you and your friend
Pull up
Top back like the eighties
Two white girls doing Miss Brady
Got your-got your bitch in the 'cedes
In the backseat boolin' all brazy, woo
On mommas, the homies raised me
Four-hundred, I ain't never Fugazi
It's still-it's still "Fuck you, pay me"
In the backseat going too brazy, woo
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit, woah
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit
You know YG, he got four hundred extras
Same nigga, same nigga since the day I met you
Chuck Taylors, ketchup, Red Lambo ketchup
The four-five gon' catch ya
Them bullets don't respect ya
Yeah, I do mine like this
Flag on my neck, four-five on my hip
Twist my fingers up, two-step then I dip
[?] got the pissed, yeah
Bang, lil nigga, bang
Slide up on a bitch nigga, take a nigga chain
Everything I rapped about, I did it on the game
Every ratchet bitch I hit the homies, ran the train
Yeah, skrrt skrrt, Range Rover
Brown liquor, black bitch, white chauffer
Gang bangin' [?]
It's YG and the Game, nigga, game over, yeah
Top back like the eighties
Two white girls doing Miss Brady
Got your-got your bitch in the 'cedes
In the backseat boolin' all brazy, woo
On mommas, the homies raised me
Four-hundred, I ain't never Fugazi
It's still-it's still "Fuck you, pay me"
In the backseat going too brazy, woo
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit, woah
Too lit to quit, too lit to quit
Nigga, too lit to quit
