Grapevine* A Boogie wit da Hoodie (Ft. Lil Durk)

[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Ah, ah-ha, ah
Ah, ah-ha (Yeah)
Ah, ah-ha, ah
Ah, ah-ha

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
You be out here, I heard about you through the grapevine
Straight phone calls, you ain't never fuckin' with the FaceTime
You a straight dog, I'm a dog too, I'm a canine
All bust down AP, just like mine
Got a new crib in the A too, just like mine
Lil' .38 in the purse, you don't wanna fight now

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I can't trust you hoes anymore
Give your phone to the security, I can't let them record it
And every time I get caught used to get caught, I used to try ignore it
Takin' care of my DNA, ain't go through no courts (Yeah)
I will shoot your face, ain't no shoes in this Wraith
I declare my space, my hoes take my case
Percocets in my A, they don't really care if I ate
Carry an FN to my bank, I put like ten in my bank
I'm gettin' Euro, Gucci apparel (Oh, oh)
Vanilla my denim (No, no)
Talk on the pillows, oh
Done shoot out the rental (No, no)
Gettin' head in the rental (No, no)
And I'm always stayin' ten toes