
Boogeyman Zotiyac
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[Intro]
EMRLD
[Chorus]
Walk down on 'em in that hoodie, I'm the hoodie man
Big ass 223s'll make him boogey, I'm the Boogeyman
Antisocial nigga, I don't really need no fucking friends
His mama still ain't straight, that boy don't really need no fucking Benz
Fuck a band, fuck a hunnid grand, I need a hunnid mill'
Pulled on the block, two fifty round drums, so you know it's 'bout to be like hunnid killings
Shot hit a bulletproof window, so you know my niggas finna come through the ceiling
You know lil' 'Yac give no fuck, he do not have no feelings
[Verse 1]
Why that lil' nigga be acting tough, when that is not his image?
We don't do the small talk, if he ain't know this Glock extended
Walk up on 'em, stalk the victim
Cock it, hit yo' block and spin it
I tried to stay away from them drugs, but I still pop prescriptions
But I promise, I am not addicted
Been high since the moment I was birthed the gift that I was given
I was living way different than this before the guala kicked in
I ain't have a pot to piss in, so now I shit on niggas, give these boys a spot to sit in
I tell 'em cop a squat 'cause you can't stand in this position
These niggas cop and SWAT, and now these niggas stand for snitching
I tell 'em you a bitch, you like a man that's in transition (I'm sorry)
EMRLD
[Chorus]
Walk down on 'em in that hoodie, I'm the hoodie man
Big ass 223s'll make him boogey, I'm the Boogeyman
Antisocial nigga, I don't really need no fucking friends
His mama still ain't straight, that boy don't really need no fucking Benz
Fuck a band, fuck a hunnid grand, I need a hunnid mill'
Pulled on the block, two fifty round drums, so you know it's 'bout to be like hunnid killings
Shot hit a bulletproof window, so you know my niggas finna come through the ceiling
You know lil' 'Yac give no fuck, he do not have no feelings
[Verse 1]
Why that lil' nigga be acting tough, when that is not his image?
We don't do the small talk, if he ain't know this Glock extended
Walk up on 'em, stalk the victim
Cock it, hit yo' block and spin it
I tried to stay away from them drugs, but I still pop prescriptions
But I promise, I am not addicted
Been high since the moment I was birthed the gift that I was given
I was living way different than this before the guala kicked in
I ain't have a pot to piss in, so now I shit on niggas, give these boys a spot to sit in
I tell 'em cop a squat 'cause you can't stand in this position
These niggas cop and SWAT, and now these niggas stand for snitching
I tell 'em you a bitch, you like a man that's in transition (I'm sorry)
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