Chiko Bug - Booted (feat. CashfrmDa4)

DJ motherfuckin splash baby im getting money, ain't nobody do it
better, I'm better
The bass keep bumping but I'm not, I'm going crazy
Shawty want a kid, so I told her call me baby

Thinking I'm a jit, till I showed her I ain't lazy
Girl I'm situated on the corner moving daily
a booted, faded, Dade-made baby
Yeah im finna win a grammy, just some early celebrating

Hell intoxicated, vibing with my lady But at the moment just be grinding
Till it come to that occasion
Wow Chiko, how the fuck you move so hard
Now you out here riding Prezzy in the backseat of the car

Wow Chiko, now you out here smoking raw
Swerving, avoid the law Nigga, fuck you, think we off, ayy,ayy
And you can see me on the regular Baby I'm getting money, ain't nobody do it
better, I'm better Getting money on the regular

Baby I'm getting money, ain't nobody do it better
To keep my head up I just push up the recliner
My girl be finer, only rocking new designer And she got long hair with a fat derriere
Baby I can't help myself and do none but stare

Turn around, girl you perfect everywhere I swear, it's a glare
That you give me every time I stare I be looking at you, thinking to myself
How I'm locked up in a cage singing in a jail cell
It was like 7 o'clock lil bro just born on the block

Smoking Za, bitch they hot, they talk Everybody got fire, nigga play the get pop
You either go for the U, you either get popped But fuck it, we back to the block
My, my phone, she need something at the spot Five minutes ago, by phone, ringing, I'll stop
Look at those phones, they say, Brody got got Damn, now that I got him hot

Now he thirsty, he ready to plot They hopping in wheels, bitch gave him a drop
He spotted me, got him, you know he gon' pop He gon' keep hustling until that bitch lock
He spotted me, got him, you know he gon' pop He gon' keep hustling until that bitch lock
Bass keep bumping, but I'm not, I'm going crazy Shawty want a kid, so I told her call me baby

Thinking I'm a jit, till I show her I ain't lazy Girl, I'm situated on the corner moving daily
A booted, faded, Dade-made, baby yeah im finna win a Grammy, just some early celebrating
Hell intoxicated, vibing with my lady But at the moment, just be grinding
Till it come to that occasion Rollie on my wrist so I can slide on time

Remember rolling up my joints with a 1.5 cruising down I-95 with a Glock right by my side
Best believe I'm toting iron, it's my only ride or die, ayy, ayy

Written by:
Matthew Rojas

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