Priceless

(álbum: Boochie Gang - 2018)

KidWond3r you made this beat? Daang!
Aye (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Out west 290 shit bitch, you know how I'm rocking nigga
Straight gang shit, bitch
Aye

Bitch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, wit' nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless
Say, "Lud Foe why you do me wrong?", 'cause I'm not richeous
Them niggas copy, but they'll never be....not like us
I made a living and a killing off, that white dust
I like my bread wit' some cheese on it, and stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, that dumb bitch fucked around, Imma stab her
These niggas hate to see me coming they, don't like us

Sadly mistaken if you think that I give two fucks
I'm in V.I.P. off ecstasy, wit' two sluts
About my fortune cookies, guess what
I spent the fortune on my neck, these VVS'
[?] dripping water, got her wet, but I didn't drench her
She say she can't believe it's me, somebody pinch her
I put that Pyrex in a headlock like a wrestler
She want a hundred for some head, but I finessed her
Ain't tryna cuff that hoe, I ain't finna arrest her
Shit on a hoe on purpose, she say I depress her
My momma got grey hairs, and she she say I stress her
Cops question me, but no I don't fold under pressure
(Ain't have no cat scratch off my eyes now I'm...)

Bitch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, wit' nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless
Say, "Lud Foe why you do me wrong?", 'cause I'm not richeous
Them niggas copy, but they'll never be....not like us
I made a living and a killing off, that white dust
I like my bread wit' some cheese on it, and stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, that dumb bitch fucked around, Imma stab her
These niggas hate to see me coming, they don't like us

Fuck wit' me and man you get put on a stretcher
We play for keeps, we playing chess and you play checkers
I'm smoking Bubba Kush, I fill my lungs with cactus
And I won't give a fuck how much you study, don't test us
Riding V12 and my window down, and though I'll catch up
And everyday I wake and thank the lord, 'cause he blessed us
Plotting on the sh....I'm plotting on a Tesla
Bitch I'm MC Hammer wit' this hammer, get nailed up
Ya got a gun, but you didn't shoot it once, it's growing dust
I told my jeweler fill my Patek Phillipe, wit' diamonds
Every bitch that's pretty and petite, tryna find us
My dick had a fight wit' her pussy cat, now I'm scratched up
Yo' bitch like rich niggas, bumped into us, now she snatched up
Knock the air out of yo' inner tube, get passed up
Use coffee beans to conceal all this paraphernalia
If you a junky, then I got some shit to sell ya
You should've studied your real nigga test, I failed ya
Imma check a million before they check me out, for my son
[?] gave birth now it is nothing brighter than my son (my son, my son)
I met this hoe I told her she was dope, like the crystals in the coke that I sell ya
I said, "Look baby, since I think you're dope, I put you in my envelope and I'll mail ya"
She know that I'm the pimp and she the hoe
I put a price on her and sell her
I got this bitch here wit' a open nose, she believes everything that I tell her
Nigga if you get caught wit' all the shit, whatever you do, just don't tell them I'm the seller
Remember when I touched that white girl, I became a young getting money fella
Got snow flakes in this white shit, true story it can be much paler
These pussy niggas [?] into me
They all faggots, man they all Cinderellas

Bitch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, wit' nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless
Say, "Lud Foe why you do me wrong?", 'cause I'm not richeous
Them niggas copy, but they'll never be....not like us
I made a living and a killing off, that white dust
I like my bread wit' some cheese on it, and stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, that dumb bitch fucked around, Imma stab her
These niggas hate to see me coming they, don't like us