Boogie Boy L - Strawberry Mojito (feat. Haze Hardy)

Strawberry mojito
Wit a little twist of lime
Adderall and Percocet
She bout to lose her mind
Queso dip we cheesing round this bitch
Like Hoe we live
Trippy bitches trippin'
Hoe we geeked on autopilot
Dutch to the right
Smokin till I'm out of sight
Out my mind out my body
Geeked ta go I'm feeling fine
Russian creams or the Zaggs
I can roll on autopilot
On the move the most
I'm geeked to go on autopilot

Geeked ta go lets roll
I got exoticz in the the spliff
Burners cookies me no Rookie
Add that distillate
Pass the bic strike that bih
Pulln now we lit
Pedal to floor
Doing 80 wit yo Bihhh
Never mind that tho
(Mm hmm)
Chevy runnin 9 flat hoe
(Mm hmm)
Paint wet no Maaco
(Uh huh)
Trunk hit Conseco
(Uh huh)
Stand ground like Waco
(Uh huh)
Don't Trust No Bimbo
(Uh uh)
Wish life wuz simple
(Mm hmm)
Aint keep that 44
(Yaa Yaa)
Bang Me no hoe-tho
Smoke Primo Fuego
Stack chips like legos
Scotty geeked shawty lo
Shorty geeked it's a go
One mo Mojito
Imma damage shorty throat
Popped her like Pringo's
Back ta back ta Back
Ya boy a smoke-aholic
Yeah abusing substances
Imma do-it-all-lic
Fuck the basic we gone trip
Bottoms up around this bitch
Now she stripping for the team
Livin out her wildest dreams Drinkin

Strawberry mojito
Wit a little twist of lime
Adderall and Percocet
She bout to lose her mind
Queso dip we cheesing round this bitch
Like Hoe we live
Trippy bitches trippin'
Hoe we geeked on autopilot
Dutch to the right
Smokin till I'm out of sight
Out my mind out my body
Geeked ta go I'm feeling fine
Russian creams or the Zaggs
I can roll on auto pilot
On the move the most
I'm geeked to go on autopilot

Percocet and Adderall my nig come get yo bitch yeah
Geeked up off that alcohol she'll choose up on the dick yeah
I was on a Molly I brought xans for the bitch yeah
She think I'm a rapper she don't think I'm serving bricks
Yeah I'm stacking money up, you can't get a seat at the table
Independent nigga my vision ain't bout a label
I'm my brothers keeper the reaper Kane if I'm Able
Said they want me gang gang but I'm way too unstable
Odb on ebt they watch me like I'm cable
Could it be only a plot, story or a fable
Hennessy all in her navel coke all in her nasal
Gold grill shawty hit my jeweler for appraisal
Strawberry Mojito bitch it gets em all the time yeah
Slurrin all my words call a lift and I'll be fine yeah
Smokin Primo blunts inside a Tesla autopilot
Chillin wit yo bitch we had a threesome we was vibin off that

Strawberry mojito
Wit a little twist of lime
Adderall and Percocet
She bout to lose her mind
Queso dip we cheesing round this bitch
Like Hoe we live
Trippy bitches trippin'
Hoe we geeked on autopilot
Dutch to the right
Smokin till I'm out of sight
Out my mind out my body
Geeked ta go I'm feeling fine
Russian creams or the Zaggs
I can roll on autopilot
On the move the most
I'm geeked to go on auto pilot

Written by:
Haze Hardy, Lloyd Hall

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