BOA ABUSER ft. 0g Lyrics

I got this lil' bitch mad, she think that I'm a user

She talkin' way too much, probably finna mute her

I ain't feel like drivin' so it's guns inside the Uber

I'm passin' sticks like Ja Morant, I swear that ain't my Ruger

Nigga mad at me cause he a motherfuckin' loser

201's gone hit, bitch, I'm a B.O.A. abuser

The D.O.A.'s, we do em, you paid her, but she choosin

I'll go to jail before I side with niggas that be losin

Yeah, FTL. verse everybody

Never looked up to John Gotti, I looked up to Ben Frank

Andrew Jack, dollar sign me

Money on my mind, I'm tryna stuff that cash in every pocket

This week I did Helmet Lang, next week I'll do Casablanca

Riding with a stick, I'm damn near waitin' on a nigga to go and pick a problem

Yeah, first nigga in my hood to do the Raf pants with the Ricky Bottoms

Qua, Triss, Wok, in my cup, it taste like venom probably

Hit her with some motion, that lil' bitch gon' fuck with anybody

I laugh at threats, what he gonna do to me

They know this beef shit, don't be new to me

I might bring flowers to the Euology

Certified stepper, pull up all black like I'm pepper

Lil bro wild as a bitch, he catchin' hats while he on tether

Talkin' hats, but ain't no fitted

Fo'nem slide, it ain't no trippin

Hit the street and get to bending', all you hear is 5-5-6's

We had left because the block hot, chopper make him top rock

Rolled him in the wood, that shit so kill, we had to air it out

Silencer won't make a sound, ARP with hella rounds

Niggas out they body, it ain't shit to put them in the clouds

Face the wood, can't pass around

Yo, bitch, she got pass around

Niggas say he lovin' on that bitch, that nigga such a clown

They been askin' where the fuck I been

Bitch, I like to move around

Pull up to your city, get the bag and I leave outta town

I can't sign no petty deals, I need like 500 thou

Fuck it, bitch, I need a milli', need a house right in the hilly's

VV's got me feelin' chilly, bitches choosing wanna pick me

I might laugh in that hoe face, tell the bitch you is so silly

Give me space, cause I am chilly, flyest nigga of the century

Blicky a convertible, fully auto to the semi

I got this lil' bitch mad, she think that I'm a user

She talkin' way too much, probably finna mute her

I ain't feel like drivin' so it's guns inside the Uber

I'm passin' sticks like Ja Morant, I swear that ain't my Ruger

Nigga mad at me cause he a motherfuckin' loser

201's gone hit, bitch, I'm a B.O.A. abuser

The D.O.A.'s, we do em, you paid her, but she choosin

I'll go to jail before I side with niggas that be losin