Boogie Boy L - 4th

Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
They ain't get the memo
Squad popp'n like a cork
Real trend setters
Money long enough for Forbes
Wocky in my body
Double parked at every Store
I drop a 30 on my neck
Like Kevin Porter in the fourth
They ain't get the memo
Squad popp'n like a cork
Real trend setters
Money long enough for Forbes
Wocky in my body
Double parked at every Store
I dropped a 30 on my neck
Like Kevin Porter in the fourth
(Ayeeee) wait wait
Po another one
Just got back from Houston
Where her ass come wit another one
Fo we slap the pad
Lets hit the Tac
I need a philly run
If I call her Back
Believe that head was voted #1
I just like the way she bend it over
See it from the front
Tattoo on her booty
Big as movies
Call her planet buns
Always wanting more
It's probably why
She say her man a bum
Call of duty Hammers
Partial reason
Boogie stand alone
I ain't goin' for it
Never ever
Boogie bearing arms
Buffalo Soldier
Use the desert
He don't need a morgue
See ya local Reverend
If forgiveness wut you Look'n fo
I'm too busy
Bitch I'm way too busy
Steady goin' up
Cold as freezers
In my Gucci sneakers
Bitch I'm levels up
Same niccas wit me
Been wit me
Since a lil pup
Same niccas at the table
When we Poor'n up
Same niccas put that iron on ya
If u Bucc'n up
They ain't get the memo
Squad popp'n like a cork
Real trend setters
Money long enough for Forbes
Wocky in my body
Double parked at every Store
I drop a 30 on my neck
Like Kevin Porter in the fourth
They ain't get the memo
Squad popp'n like a cork
Real trend setters
Money long enough for Forbes
Wocky in my body
Double parked at every Store
I dropped a 30 on my neck
Like Kevin Porter in the fourth
Count'n money in my sleep
A trapper
Fuck the sandman
I Got glad bags wit dead men
Piled in my basement
Buddy played the roll of Trojan
He gave up them statements
We don't politic wit niccas
Shoes don't come wit laces
I been laced
Dunks
Ben n Jerry's
Noth'n basic
Yoppa wit me when I sleep
Cuz I can't even trust the bitch
Jealousy a have yo best man
Set the lick up wit the bitch
It's 50 waitin in that glocky
That's a drum roll if I lift
I ain't perfect never said I wuz
I risk it fa the kids
Fa my brotha
We gone split the bid
Some Bobby/Rebel shit
You see Gansta
You see Boogie Allico
And hella crips
You see money on the floor
She bleached her cho-cha fo da shit
Seasons changing
100's fall'n out my Robins
Green as leaves
Bro bro snatched the 7 series
Had to grab the AMG
Trappers special
Boogie push the line
Ya mobile pharmacy
No new friends
No no no new friends
Them just felonies
They ain't get the memo
Squad poppn like a cork
Real trend setters
Money long enough for Forbes
Wocky in my body
Double parked at every Store
I drop a 30 on my neck
Like Kevin Porter in the fourth
They ain't get the memo
Squad poppn like a cork
Real trend setters
Money long enough for Forbes
Wocky in my body
Double parked at every Store
I dropped a 30 on my neck
Like Kevin Porter in the fourth

Written by:
Lloyd Hall

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