BoosieBoo

[Intro: Rx Papi] They see me on the street, they don't know where to look Lookin' at my neck, my wrist, my pocket They don't know [Verse: Rx Papi] SpeedBump Curt, I got a bankroll I walk in the bank when the bank closed Cook a thirty-one with a blindfold Crack a Dutch with my eyes closed Pull up, meet me at the corner store Twenty thousand stuffed in my Girbauds SpeedBump Curt, yeah, there he go I'm in this bitch eating blue Doritos, yeah, that's me Scratch off in that coupe, doing high speeds Sip the Wock', we get high as Jesus My neck, wrist and ears and my fingers freezing He say he sell dope, but I don't believe him I drive this four-oh like it's a demon Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest I can tell by my auntie's face, she really need it Neighbors used to call me a lil' dirty heathen I'm in the trap counting up for five hours a day Three more to go, couldn't even shower today Lil' cuz called me, said he got a play Niggas from out of town want a half a brick of yay' I'm Ice Cube in the pot, nigga, yeah, yeah Compress that bitch, wrap it with duct tape I wish I'd be able to see that nigga's face When he tryna chop drywall on the plate They like, "Goddamn, Curt, you did it again" Came through in an Audi, shitted again Saw him and his friends, shot at him and his friends Bent the block and hit it again I drink Wockeisha, not juice and gin 5.56 hittin' your chin Jet Li Glock, this bitch got kick That ho ain't duck, that bitch got hit Jump out broad day, we don't miss I throw a bullet better than Michael Vick I'm riding for my dog like Michael Vick Go to jail 'bout my dog like Michael Vick I scramble in the pocket like Michael Vick Could run fast as shit like Michael Vick My arm strong as fuck like Michael Vick I look in the mirror and say, "Curt, you the shit" Two big speedbumps by my dick I woke up like, "What I'm 'bout to buy my bitch?" I ain't finna buy her no Prada shit Even though I be proud of a lot of shit She be getting in her feelings when I'm popping shit Walk in Givenchy, just buying shit When I'm in the trap, I feel like Demetrius Glick on my hip all day and I sleep with it I watch how I move, I'm always discrete with it If you owe me money, you're better off keeping it Your mama gon' need it to bury you with Shooting up whatever cemetery you're in We throwing bullets like Hail Marys and shit Hit your casket and whoever carrying the shit Everybody got a mask, Jim Carrey and shit I shot his ass twice 'fore they buried the nigga I think I'm Boosie Boo with all hundreds Pop my shit, told the cameraman keep it running If you find a fifty in these hundreds I'll give five thousand to a junkie [Outro: Boosie Badazz] Now we still getting money, nigga But this time, if you find a fifty in here, I'm pussy Check this out, nigga This time, this... this pocket change to me, nigga You better ask them 'bout it We gon' flick 'em, we gon' flick 'em 'til they stop, so hold the camera We gon' flick them motherfuckers 'til they stop, hold on We getting money, I hope you got five minutes on that camera, thug 'Cause we getting money You best believe that we getting money, nigga You best believe that You better tell 'em, mama Mama, you better tell 'em how I'm rockin', mom Mama, you better tell 'em how I'm rockin' If you find a fifty in here, I'm pussy If you find a fifty in this motherfucker, I'm pussy I wipe my ass with this, nigga My fucking hand getting tired, man, shit This my mansions at night, I be swimming in a pool of hundreds, nigga Hahaha We swimming in a pool of hundreds, nigga, this shit... Get in there I got my Jacob on We paid twenty G's for it I got the Jacob on Got the necklace on, the Boosie Badazz necklace You know, I be swimming in a pool of hundreds Where my lil' nigga at? (He right here) Hold on, we gotta wait for Tootie, Tootie Badazz (Tootie, come here) Boy, Tootie, they got two of me