Chris Kyte - BootUp

Word to Asiago and Jack

Cheese wheel rollin'

Women love my accent
Always snappin
Cool as The Aspens
Hair doo relaxin
Still Badu rappin
All about the action
Kyte being himself
What you thought was happenin
Oh you needing some help
Yo hit my jack then
Too real for acting
Try to match my passion
My Aunt Annette say my heart big as Texas
Thats why rarely if you'll ever see me flexin
The pretty women follow wherever I takes my talents
Every giggle that you make is me doing damage
Real player on the Beach
Straight mackin
Make a plan
Get the bread
Turn that to fractions
I'm the new school Snoop
I ain't nothing like you other dudes
Bust your head
Turn those colorful dreads
Into fruity loops
Drop top convertible glock
When it start shooting
All your dogs stop roofing
Don't trip
Before my homie pass the 5th like middle schoolers is at the end of the summer
We gonna do what we wanna
Get it as fast as it's coming
Sherri and Scott did a good job if I do gotta say somethin
Everyday I see blessings
Less stressing
More checks in
Do my bestest
Learn my lessons
Me and my homegirls bout to boot up
The more the merrier
What's up with crew love
The party ain't poppin till a biggie record stoppin
Baltimore money dance word to Johns Hopkins
I'm cool with the mail man like John Stockton
She poke it out for me
Imma beat it til it's throbbing
If I need then I get it you ain't gon like me when I start plotting
These shots
I'm poppin
You can't Ibaka
Block em
Problems
Is dropping
When I'm rocking
With the energy
That I need to be with
Can you be this
Double up
On that Gucci G shit
Get it wet
Make me sea sick
You can tell Jesus
Took his time wit me for a reason
Pass the reisling
To the hard working heads that deserve it
I pray you get double what you purchase
Everything you need and more
What's in store
For the kids that seen bodies float down the eastern shore
More love than stars in skies
Advice from far and wide
That will open my eyes
Hop your ass in the ride
If you like her don't let her hang with us
She be talking shit about you while breaking down swishers
We they done
Pass the box of honey games
Plans on running thangs
Everybody know my name
My face and ID is the same

Written by:
Christopher Kyte

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