CMG The Label and Big Boogie - Meant Dat
Boo' (yeah)(Damn, Mario, stop playin')
Big Dude (Big Dude, Big Dude, baby, Big Dude)
I run this shit, you know?
Frrt
(Ayy, Carter Z, you goin' too crazy)
Check this bitch
Bitch, I'm a rich nigga, right now (bitch, I'm a rich nigga)
I'm thankin' my haters for keepin' (ooh), my name hot (ooh)
Big Dude livin' it right now (enlightenin')
Bad bitch' toxic, gon' give enough backshots, had it drillin' it right now (oh-oh)
She told me she love me, I told her "You movin' too fast"
You killin' me right now (hol' up, hol' up)
Bitch, I'm the hottest nigga in the country
I got 'em feelin' me right now
Not friendly with niggas, I'm friendly with triggers
Don't mean you can't get this shit right now
I'm talkin' 'bout literally right now (right now)
Kung-fu chopsticks, fight now
Backwood' airplane, kite now (gone)
I'm swingin' my chains, no lights now (ice)
I'm throwin' the meeting to tell all my nigga' to chill out, we hot as tamales
My Haitian, he hungry, but don't want no food, my lil' homie want him a body (roo)
These nigga's brag about what they done did
Bitch, he ain't shot nobody (bitch, he ain't shot nobody)
How you gon' rat on your nigga, he shot for you nigga (how?)
You know that ain't solid (how? How?)
Ain't no pressure on shit on earth, them facts
Bitch, check out my pockets (check out them)
Smokin' on dead'nem profit, I ain't all star, serve 'sace (ooh)
Big Dude, baby, no cocky (ooh)
Ten millimeter, big beam, shoot rockets (grrah-grrah)
Internet killer be sloppy, how you gon' win against me and I'm poppin'? (I'm Boo')
CMG, that's how I'm rockin'
Niggas don't like me, they know I'm the topic (know I'm the topic)
They wanna be me
They look at my pictures and stare, they just ready to copy (see boo, look at 'em)
Bitches be groupied by all these rappers
They really fuck with who poppin' (go look at 'em)
These whack ass niggas be floppin'
Rush hour bullets be choppin' (frrt)
Lambo', ridin' with extendo
Dread head murder niggas hangin' out the window (window)
Mimi slide in a sprinter (skrrt-skrrt)
It's Aunty Mimi, jump out the rental
Murder, forever on go, who wanna know? We got the info (info)
We got the work like a stove, we got them bowls, trap out the bando
Slide in the city with Drac's and choppas, we tryna slide (gone)
We tryna catch us a opp, they be talkin' on Facebook, pussy gon' die
My nigga dump out whatever, they drivin' whatever, just long as it drives
Them niggas killed my lil' brother, he's cool on murder, don't think that you sly
Niggas bitches, they ain't gon' slide treat a opp, pool water, we a dive
Catch him at the weddin', pussy nigga sweatin'
Fucked 'em, we knocked off the bride (cool)
Burner jammin', Q fucked up my head
Long nights still cryin' (damn)
Soon as I get out the road
I'm visitin' a t-shirt, them niggas dyin' (frrt)
They got me fucked up (fucked up)
Draco or rabbit, it jump up
Murder like clippers, get touched up (touched)
Toxic lil' mama, I'm fuckin' her guts up (ooh-ooh)
I act like a fool, dumb
Pockets they Crip, got blue hunnids (it got blue hunnids)
Bitch, I'm a shoes junky
Prada my kicks, a few hundreds (a few hundreds)
Big Boogie
See my young niggas gon' slide, you understand?
You feel me?
But the true part about this shit
My sister's gon' slide just as hard, you understand? Fuck it
All these suckers
I've been seein you hatin' for a long time man (blrrd)
But this shit ain't gon' stop nothin' man
Ayy, man, we big dog steppin' nigga
Written by:
Donavant Mitchell Dean, Garcia Mario Garca Junior, John Lotts, Zwart Carter James
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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