[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Aw shit nigga
Whole lotta gang shit nigga
Whole lotta East Saint Louis shit
Nigga whole lotta Louisiana gangster shit nigga
Yeah, put y'all hoods up, get your bottles
Get everybody to get in the section nigga, let's ride
Nigga let's go twin, look
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Nah, you ain't stupid nigga
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Hah, no, hah, hah
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Hah, yeah
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Yeah
[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
You ain't heard of Boosie Badazz ruthless nigga?
People need to be askin' 'bout my music nigga
But they always asking did I shoot a nigga
I swing that iron like an East Saint Lou nigga
The look on my face like what you wanna do nigga
Keep me a K and I'll for sure shoot nigga
Free BG, you know it's all on you nigga
Ride through the city with a dirty stick
Every nigga 'round me, they 'bout murdering
Should've gave it up when he came for it
Now we finna show you we some retards
Wish I had my dawg back home from the pen
He gon' hit ten every time that he spin
Nigga try to hide, we gon' go and get his friend
Bang bang bang bang bang, East Saint shit
Three clips, no mercy, it's a bloodbath
Pocket full of money, me and Twin 'nem
They ask me what to do about the hate
I told 'em shoot 'em all in they face
Murder case, murder case, murder case
Shot him in his neck two times, in his vertebrae
I told a pussy nigga not to play
I'm YoungBoy with a fuckin' thirty-eight, bang
Aw shit nigga
Whole lotta gang shit nigga
Whole lotta East Saint Louis shit
Nigga whole lotta Louisiana gangster shit nigga
Yeah, put y'all hoods up, get your bottles
Get everybody to get in the section nigga, let's ride
Nigga let's go twin, look
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Nah, you ain't stupid nigga
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Hah, no, hah, hah
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Hah, yeah
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
Yeah
[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Don't get it fucked up nigga, you ain't stupid nigga
You ain't heard of Boosie Badazz ruthless nigga?
People need to be askin' 'bout my music nigga
But they always asking did I shoot a nigga
I swing that iron like an East Saint Lou nigga
The look on my face like what you wanna do nigga
Keep me a K and I'll for sure shoot nigga
Free BG, you know it's all on you nigga
Ride through the city with a dirty stick
Every nigga 'round me, they 'bout murdering
Should've gave it up when he came for it
Now we finna show you we some retards
Wish I had my dawg back home from the pen
He gon' hit ten every time that he spin
Nigga try to hide, we gon' go and get his friend
Bang bang bang bang bang, East Saint shit
Three clips, no mercy, it's a bloodbath
Pocket full of money, me and Twin 'nem
They ask me what to do about the hate
I told 'em shoot 'em all in they face
Murder case, murder case, murder case
Shot him in his neck two times, in his vertebrae
I told a pussy nigga not to play
I'm YoungBoy with a fuckin' thirty-eight, bang
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