BOOTED UP Lyrics

Tell lil mama shake it, what her mama gave you

Drop it to the pavement

I got drugs, have you itching body

Slippin off that oxy

Show that ass lil mama, clap it for me

Be ahead of the class, don't go for last

We stay booted up, turnt up in his bag

So what you sayin? Don't like that talkin crazy

This 40 bitch a graze you

I been turned up for a min

Like he guaranteed to make it

We steady grinding, we some moneyholics

Ballin til the coffin

I ain't dead cause I ain't never slippin

Keep that glizzy with me

He a shell catcher

He catching shells

Hop out then we on em

Money hungry

She gon get the bag

Dish it then I flip it

Flippin season

Keep that blick beneath me

She know I'm a demon

She gone suck it while I drive the coupe

Her head got me speedin

Sit a percocet up on her tongue

Chew it like some candy

It get hard but she gone manage

Get to stuntin like her daddy

30 Stuck up in this rocket

Get the playin imma pop em

Lil bro stop it, take yo bitch out shoppin show em how to profit

Lil ma shake shake

And don't you worry bout yo nigga

Get the booted up off jigga

He try to spin and we gon shit em

Lil 30 ate ate

Ate the dick up like she missed it

Get the kissin on her nigga, bitches iffy

Tell lil mama shake it, what her mama gave you

Drop it to the pavement

I got drugs, have you itching body

Slippin off that oxy

Show that ass lil mama, clap it for me

Be ahead of the class, don't go for last

We stay booted up, turnt up in his bag

So what you sayin? Don't like that talkin crazy

This 40 bitch a graze you

I been turned up for a min

Like he guaranteed to make it

We steady grinding, we some moneyholics

Ballin til the coffin

I ain't dead cause I ain't never slippin

Keep that glizzy with me

I got bubba (What's the price?)

Come and get a bag

Straight from baby brudda, my big brudda known to crash

Lil ratchet turn up any where

They gon shake they ass

If she on dick then imma turn up with her

Gang and em gon match

If you a stepper you gon step for who

Shoot if you gon hoop

Don't be scared lil nigga take a risk

Pray that you don't miss

Hit bubba bag

Lil bro take a trip or get it on a ship

Then distribute it to yall niggas

Y'all be ballin til it's Christmas

Tell lil mama shake it, what her mama gave you

Drop it to the pavement

I got drugs, have you itching body

Slippin off that oxy

Show that ass lil mama, clap it for me

Be ahead of the class, don't go for last

We stay booted up, turnt up in his bag

So what you sayin? Don't like that talkin crazy

This 40 bitch a graze you

I been turned up for a min

Like he guaranteed to make it

We steady grinding, we some moneyholics

Ballin til the coffin

I ain't dead cause I ain't never slippin

Keep that glizzy with me