Boonie Flow

(album: Hardwood Classic - 2020)

If the judge give me life who gon' bury my momma
All my niggas buying ice tryna marry Rihanna
I ain't tryna make it right two fully loaded choppas
I ain't tryna make it right why these lil niggas bite
Why they give my uncle 47 years for a fight
Why they give my nigga 67 months for some pistols
Fully loaded F&N gettin 15 for this one
Free my lil brotha Ron I drop tears cuz I miss him
If it's money on your head I hop out come and get it
Imma come and get the fetti
Man that lil nigga petty
I got 3 fully loaded choppas on me, Ed, Edd and Eddy

Imma headshot a nigga make his head look like new spaghetti
Automatic switch on all my chops tryna hold 'em steady
I know lil dog a bitch
I'm in Revive me and Mitch
They can't put that murder on me unless they hit 'em with a switch
All my shoes be Dior
I got lean but buy more
I wear a 3 thousand dollar outfit to record
I might go hit the opp's baby momma 'cause I'm bored
All I see is comma, comma, comma, comma I want more
Got an AirBnb outta town Jersey Shore
Way before I did a song I was kicking niggas doors
Made my first 30 racks sleeping on the floor

Made my first 30 racks and it made me want more
Imma bring a Lamborghini to my hood and raise the doors up
I might sip a couple pints but I am not fucking my nose up
Niggas broke as hell sneak dissing I might show up
Every night a chef cooking up my meal, you eating cold cuts
[?] made my son rich
Niggas on some [?] shit
Any hoe played with me before, she a dumb bitch
Got so many zeros in the bank, boy I'm dumb rich
All my jewelry came from Hutch I ain't got no golden sun piece
My FN brown and black
Wide body Hellcats
Nigga when we going slide only time we drive the scats
I want like 20k if you want me on your tracks
You can't charge from them v
You can't charge for them verses 'cause everything is
You can't charge for them verses everything you make is whack
Take her out to smoke one of my woods 'cause they backs

We don't do no one-on-ones, do I look like Kyla Pratt?
Imma pull up with a MAC he keep asking where I'm at
Goose Knuckles 2 thousand and the shoes cost a stack
I got like 100 belts, I smoke exotic for my health
I know if I sign a deal they won't have me on the shelf
When I put my cuban on I just think I'm Michael Phelps
I ain't gotta fuck with niggas it ain't like I need their help
She gon' wanna fuck again she remember how it felt
I don't bought so much Amiri need to talk to Mike himself
All my choppas fully loaded and my double cup is potion
Every bitch I'm fucking on the inside feel like a ocean
I can't really help it everywhere I go I'm noticed
Why you niggas out here doing groupie shit like I won't know it