Familiar Wewantwraiths & Booter Bee
"Familiar" by Wewantwraiths & Booter Bee, released in 2023, blends elements of #HipHop and #R&B. The lyrics explore themes of nostalgia, identity, and the complexities of relationships, reflecting on past experiences while seeking connection in the present. The song features a smooth, melodic flow with atmospheric beats and clever wordplay, creating a laid-back yet introspective vibe. Its relatable themes resonate with listeners, contributing to its cultural impact within the contemporary music scene.
[Verse 1: Booter Bee]
Quit this lifestyle, one day I'll consider it
Fans on my block asking man for signatures
Same spot they're asking, I turned to a horror scene
If it ain't 'bout getting money, don't holla me
I can get them slapped if I really wanted
I shot him in his face and it don't play on my conscience
I'm the face of my hood, my whole strip got sponsored
We smoked him on the yard, ask Officer Johnson
We lose waps then we go buy next ones
Six shot Mossberg the size of LeBron
I walked into the dance, five shots in my little spin
Lost a twelve gauge same week, copped a bigger ting
Really I'm the prince of the F like William
She's a light-skin babe but the back's Brazilian
If my money's written then it must be millions
Cah I spent a thousand nights serving cats in Pavilion
[Chorus: wewantwraiths]
Pull up to Booter in the Wraith, the light-skin bitch look familiar
I think I seen her in the rave with someone that had a Mille on
She might point you to the safe man, all these hoes unpredictable
I told Bee, "You need to chill, you almost knocked a civilian"
I never wanted to be rich and famous
Made a couple changes, now I'm chilling cah this money comes to me
I told Booter, "When we're dropping this tape, every song's a hit straight"
Can't you see the way we're walking on the beat?
Quit this lifestyle, one day I'll consider it
Fans on my block asking man for signatures
Same spot they're asking, I turned to a horror scene
If it ain't 'bout getting money, don't holla me
I can get them slapped if I really wanted
I shot him in his face and it don't play on my conscience
I'm the face of my hood, my whole strip got sponsored
We smoked him on the yard, ask Officer Johnson
We lose waps then we go buy next ones
Six shot Mossberg the size of LeBron
I walked into the dance, five shots in my little spin
Lost a twelve gauge same week, copped a bigger ting
Really I'm the prince of the F like William
She's a light-skin babe but the back's Brazilian
If my money's written then it must be millions
Cah I spent a thousand nights serving cats in Pavilion
[Chorus: wewantwraiths]
Pull up to Booter in the Wraith, the light-skin bitch look familiar
I think I seen her in the rave with someone that had a Mille on
She might point you to the safe man, all these hoes unpredictable
I told Bee, "You need to chill, you almost knocked a civilian"
I never wanted to be rich and famous
Made a couple changes, now I'm chilling cah this money comes to me
I told Booter, "When we're dropping this tape, every song's a hit straight"
Can't you see the way we're walking on the beat?
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