[Intro]
fu*k that
Na na, boo boo
I fu*ked your b*tch and you didn't
Na na na, boo boo (Yung Shad, you killed this track)
I’m brazy like that, big Glock, b*tch
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
fu*ked your b*tch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't fu*k with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my ni**a bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin’ up, so ni**a, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like
[Verse 1]
Na na na, boo boo
fu*k you, b*tch, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
b*tch, na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
fu*ked your b*tch in Jimmy Choo
Giuseppe, we don't fu*k with True Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' b*tch, that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna fu*k that lil' b*tch, I don't drink
I'ma tell that lil’ pussy that stink, stink
Tell that lil’ b*tch that her pussy, it stink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink
Sippin’ on Henny, you know that I think
I'm proud of my ni**as, yeah, tryna peak
Shoot that lil' b*tch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil’ b*tch with my eyes wide open
fu*k ni**a say he want a feature for five hundred, what the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the fu*k, you jokin'?
Ha, hehe, hahaha, ha
Hehe, hahaha
Pull up on a ni**a like blah blah
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
fu*ked your b*tch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't fu*k with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my ni**a bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so ni**a, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like
[Verse 2]
And she just told me that she really love the way we swaggin'
Forty on my neck, and I ain't even fu*kin' braggin'
Ten bands on a ni**a wrist and I spent it
Sold it for like thirty-five hundred, my pendant
I don't wanna fu*k the b*tch because I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna fu*k me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy dusty
That chopper gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you
On Blood gang, yeah, suwoop
Gang with us, I can't feel you
But I fu*k with Crips
Free motherfu*kin' Bree, yeah, he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my ni**a Crippin'
And my ni**a bummin' hoes
Ten hundred bond, that ain't nothing
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
fu*ked your b*tch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't fu*k with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my ni**a bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so ni**a, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like