Bogus Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

AiiSaid

9 Mill knock him out his Jordan's (9 Mill)

.45 Clemon Johnson, I'm scoring (Bang)

If you real or you fake then just show me (Then just show me)

And my bitch is so bad, she flamboyant (And my bitch is so bad)

And I know that they mad cause they bogus (And they bogus)

And I know they so mad, they lose focus (They lose focus)

I might slide in a GT, a Lotus (Skrrrr)

I might fly in a Benz, I be floating (Skrt)

Want a GLE Coupe and a Urus (Skrt)

And they hate me cause I come in first (Skrt, skrt)

And they hate that I see that they bogus (They bogus)

And I come through, I'm locked and I'm loaded (Bang)

Ain't my Twizz, or my twin, or my brodie (You ain't bro)

He be moving like me he be cloning (He a clone)

I be deep in your bitch, that's my Yoni (I be geeked)

And she say you ain't real cause you Bogus (Cause you Bogus)

You fake and you phony

You fake you Baloney

You motherfucking bogus, you niggas can't show it

You niggas run up, um, I swear imma blow it (Yeah)

Mac-10, it be blowing

Mac-10, leave him holy (Ah)

Just like a damn donut, just like a damn Bible (Yeah)

I fuck on your bitch, ride the dick motorcycle (Yah)

I pull up with Choppas, we pull up and blind you (Bang)

The cops looking for you, they can't even find you (Nah)

These niggas be wishing and shit on the list (Nah)

You niggas like bitches, y'all stay on the dick (Stay on the dick)

Your bitch just like Dora, she stay on the map (Stay on the map)

They exploring that pussy, that bitch smell like fish

That bitch got an Onlyfans, ain't even pay rent

These niggas be mad as fuck, these niggas bent

Get shot in his face if he selling that fent

We gonna twist that boy up like a motherfucking wrench

Had to get off the bench, had to get in the game

I feel like the Grinch, bitch I'm all about green

I got that bitch wet as fuck, just like a drain

That bitch call me Papi, I feel like a King

I know I'm a King to these motherfucking peasants

These niggas be heathens, these niggas beneath me (Beneath me)

These niggas don't know what it feels like to be nothing

Then wake up and get even (Get even)

You bogus little boy, you be faking (You bogus)

Y'all niggas out here, y'all faking, y'all oppin, y'all oppin and shit

That shit Jak'in

Pull up round town, imma heat this block up

Imma heat this bitch up like it's Satan

I give a fuck how they feel

AiiSaid, I say that for real

(Rarrghh, rarrghh, sssss, sssss, baow baow baow)

I got a Taurus G3 (I got a Taurus)

Cock that bitch, let it blow, let it go

9 Mill gonna take off his motherfucking head, his legs, his motherfucking Jordan's too

9 Mill knock him out his Jordan's (9 Mill)

.45 Clemon Johnson, I'm scoring (Bang)

If you real or you fake then just show me (Then just show me)

And my bitch is so bad, she flamboyant (And my bitch is so bad)

And I know that they mad cause they bogus (And they bogus)

And I know they so mad, they lose focus (They lose focus)

I might slide in a GT, a Lotus (Skrrrr)

I might fly in a Benz, I be floating (Skrt)

Want a GLE Coupe and a Urus (Skrt)

And they hate me cause I come in first (Skrt, skrt)

And they hate that I see that they bogus (They bogus)

And I come through, I'm locked and I'm loaded (Bang)

Ain't my Twizz, or my twin, or my brodie (You ain't bro)

He be moving like me he be cloning (He a clone)

I be deep in your bitch, that's my Yoni (I be geeked)

And she say you ain't real cause you Bogus (Cause you Bogus)