[Intro:]
I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas asking me when I'm gonna drop
I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gonna get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) I'm Ready!
(I'm ready) cause I'm tired of these niggas asking me
[Hook]
They like look Boosie when you gonna drop, why not Boosie is you're gonna flop nigga, un un
Boosie where been nigga I've been on the block at studios, selling blocks, whatever it takes to make a knot
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I ain't fucking with this dubbind shit the whole world loving this
Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fucking trick
14 15 I told that I had a dream
16 17 I was selling crack to crack fiens
I live this shit so get it right
My phone won't let me sleep at night
My Razor phone is prepaid
Them nextels they like AIDS
They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang with us
All my niggas who bang with us wear trill entertainment chains with us
I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold
2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control
Gucci shades that's what I floss with
My bitch don't window shop she goes in and shop for raw shit
I told her outside fuck this
Let’s hit them with a double disc
Me and Lil Webbie we drop more hits that Snoop Dog and Ludacris
You ain't heard about this Boosie shit open you ears
When you open you ears welcome to Phil nigga
Man I've been hot selling out the stores
But always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck with gangsters I don't affiliate with hoes
First I got to do my promo shows that gonna be hell
Gotta do my interview like 50 that gonna make Lil B sell
Gotta ease my mind in with Reese Keese down ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail
I'm thugged out but you can't tell
Was drugged out now I'm mell
Don't smoke nothing, don't drank nothing
You play me I'm gonna swang something
Since been gonna my feelings gone
Mane they did my nigga wrong
If you think you're the sickest
Confess and say you did it
This album gonna be the sickest
That's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told never smoke rock
Told me how he hate cops
He watching over be the bad ass drop
Here go bad ass pops
I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas asking me when I'm gonna drop
I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gonna get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) I'm Ready!
(I'm ready) cause I'm tired of these niggas asking me
[Hook]
They like look Boosie when you gonna drop, why not Boosie is you're gonna flop nigga, un un
Boosie where been nigga I've been on the block at studios, selling blocks, whatever it takes to make a knot
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I ain't fucking with this dubbind shit the whole world loving this
Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fucking trick
14 15 I told that I had a dream
16 17 I was selling crack to crack fiens
I live this shit so get it right
My phone won't let me sleep at night
My Razor phone is prepaid
Them nextels they like AIDS
They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang with us
All my niggas who bang with us wear trill entertainment chains with us
I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold
2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control
Gucci shades that's what I floss with
My bitch don't window shop she goes in and shop for raw shit
I told her outside fuck this
Let’s hit them with a double disc
Me and Lil Webbie we drop more hits that Snoop Dog and Ludacris
You ain't heard about this Boosie shit open you ears
When you open you ears welcome to Phil nigga
Man I've been hot selling out the stores
But always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck with gangsters I don't affiliate with hoes
First I got to do my promo shows that gonna be hell
Gotta do my interview like 50 that gonna make Lil B sell
Gotta ease my mind in with Reese Keese down ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail
I'm thugged out but you can't tell
Was drugged out now I'm mell
Don't smoke nothing, don't drank nothing
You play me I'm gonna swang something
Since been gonna my feelings gone
Mane they did my nigga wrong
If you think you're the sickest
Confess and say you did it
This album gonna be the sickest
That's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told never smoke rock
Told me how he hate cops
He watching over be the bad ass drop
Here go bad ass pops
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