Boobie Red (Chopped & Screwed)

[Intro]

Oh, 5.StarChrome

[Verse]

I’m in the kitchen I’m [?] like Boobie Red

Off a Perc I could talk to the walking dead

Took a dub and hit the mall again

[?] get busy got dog in it got thick shit pouring up a whole pint

Real dope boy been like this my whole life

Over the strove had cold nights hot blade not a cold knife

When the time right we gon’ strike hop out shooting shit up on sight

Call bro phone he’ll get you right send fifty of them bitches over night

Hell yeah ray-ray show you right

If them nigga go left I’m going right

Mouth piece look like a whole bowl of ice

In the trap hearing shit poltergeist sipping loaded, loaded, loaded sprite

Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight had dark days no sunshine

Go to war with troops on front line money in hand i demand every-time

They bump pap in jail they know every line

Riding ‘round with a bunch of fed time

Baby thick and her head fire my pockets bigger than Boobie nigga

If you gon’ do it then do it nigga

Cuz’ could rap he don’t wanna rap he said “He’ll rather go shoot a nigga”

You gotta chase the money you act the money finna just come to you nigga

Ole dumb ass stupid nigga nah for real (Nah real)

I’ll pour up this pint get high as shit I’m denching in water might drown my bitch

Dope boy pull up crazy shit jump rocking the latest shit

I’m sky high I’m late as shit give the DJ my phone like “Play this shit”

That’s how I feel I’ma say that shit you don’t get in that field don’t play that shit

Nigga I’m balling on you niggas so god damn long I wake up I feel like Phil Jackson

He say he a fan he cool with my man’s I don’t really give a damn I’m still gon’ tax him

At the back of the stove beating that bitch backwards

They swung that belt they dropped [?]

You took to long should’ve came when I had it

Thirty one to a deuce I could show you some magic

Break the board when I dunk feel like Shaq with the magic

Dirty [?] dreaming about the mansion whole squad nigga this here Danny Phantom

WWE put him up then slam him type nigga ride around with one in the head

Cause this can be get hectic these niggas gon’ crumble under pressure

[Lock in the sock go to swinging that metal?]

No matter how it go he gon’ get you together