[Chorus: Blu]
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
Uh, yeah, let's go hit this party up, man
This mob thang, yo
[Verse 1: Definite]
Two-steppin', you rappers must got the memo
Lay this green light on you niggas auditionin' your demo tape
While I'm in the venue, I'm mackin' on this Peruvian
A groupie nigga all in my face and reppin' what crew he in
Yeah, I came with Blu, but I won't give you no record deal
I know all of the homies I came with got they weapons still
Recitin' the lyrics from your latest release
But I ain't came for all of that, come catch this fade in the streets
Later I peeped 'em with his homies plottin' some shit
I'm off a fifth, non-hesitant, they motionin' took precedence
I was just a second too late, they made an exit quick
This mob shit, they don't know who the fuck they be messin' wit'
Round up all the homies, they signin' they own death wish
Pistol clap straight to the chest, how they connect wit'
Shit, it ain't a thang to figure out where they rest at
Since you wanted war, you better bring out your best straps
So bet that
[Chorus: Blu]
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
[Verse 2: Ca$hus King]
You gotta two-step in with my weapon in the waist
Drink laced with the "ooh" and his laces all blue
I ain't bang, I just came wit' 'em, that's my dude
Got off a little drank and started actin' hella rude
Hella fools in the party from the other side
He knew a few of 'em so he actin' like they crew
He on some derelict duties, the barrel is an uzi
Pharaoh, pharaoh, bad and bougie, Lil Boosie with the gang ties
Duckin' 'fore they shoot me, dedicated in they trueness
With the activities, nukkas on some "Gimme these"
And "Take that", he came to mack a dame
Tryna get some snatch 'til the jacker snatched his chain
React with the get back, the click-clack'll fix that
And this is when the gray clouds return to acid rain
They called 'em "Boogie to Flex"
A simple step'll turn a rapper to a teflon vest
Gettin' shot up, yeah
[Chorus: Blu]
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
Check
[Verse 3: M.E.D.]
One-two steppin' with the weapon on (Mm)
She thought she got me hard from the nine-inch raw
Tossed out the bottle, block party wearin' camouflage
Flex, any disrespect, get it poppin' on the set (Poppin' on the set)
Mob little homies, can't control 'em all (Haha), reason uninvited
We arrivin', even flyers got us blacklisted, ain't our fault
If they set trippin', little two-eleven lettin' off (Lettin' off)
Then we'll split 'em like gymnasts as predicted (Mm)
Only evidence, those limpin' off (Limpin' off)
Even witness got hit at his doorstep, bein' nosy (Bein' nosy)
We met up after, laughin', tellin' war stories (Hahaha)
Few shorties, ten forties, DPG LP
Theme music house parties in the nineties
Rag hangin', spellin' out your hood dancin' (Y'all don't know)
Increase the chances the your party endin frantic (Endin' frantic)
[Chorus: Blu]
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
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