Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Boosie Badazz, I got mine
On deck n***a, on deck n***a
[Hook: Young Thug]
I ain’t never love these b**hes
Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck)
Man I’m a hit my n***a
Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck)
My n***a we some anybody k**ers
And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Man I’m a young rich n***a
And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
Young n***a got them things on deck
Young n***a got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young n***a got them things on deck
Young n***a got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck)
Young n***a got them things on deck
Young n***a keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)
[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Got them things on deck, n***a that’s a bet
If I say you getting wet, you can cash that check
Make a n***a Chiraq your whole set
I ain’t lost a street war yet, I’m a anybody k**er
I’m a headshot, deadshot keep ’em weeping
Don’t cross fish now cause we beefing n***a
Got a pa** that make you not laugh
n***as want my head bad, yeah so I sleep with pistols
I don’t love these n***as, f** these n***as
Walk up rah rah rah, crush these n***as
Can’t run, can’t hide trust me n***a
Got Yao Ming arms, I can touch you n***a
Yo, red you already know
It’s no pick and chooses they all got to go
You want rap beef n***a, we can rap beef n***a
Come see you perform and k** the whole show
Who you playing with partna Ion think you know
AR15 with a perfect scope
Go hating a** b**hes now you got free front row
n***a to my murder show
I’m a young rich n***a who be wilding
Every n***a ’round me got at least one body
So don’t talk sh** cause this Glock part of my outfit
On deck, on deck n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
I chop ’em, I pop ’em, I stop ’em, I hit ’em, I drop ’em, he lay down it’s over
My life familiar we lay low, we stay low, we end up not guilty we soldiers
And them things on deck bet not f** with this chain on my neck that’s a don’t do
Ain’t no if and buts if its up there with you when I see ya, I’m gon’ shot
With the P for toting the pistol, ride around tripping then load the whip
Me and Lil Bleek in separate cars looking for them boys with seven [?]
We strap we ain’t just acting hard, real this ain’t no camouflage
Whole feet clean I got fancy cars, whole feet clean I got cla**y broads
I keep the ratchet broads and I slang it like I’m John Wayne
Certified and untamed and I’m blunt mane, Ion wanna f** with a n***a who f** with a n***a who uh
Scuff a n***a, eye for an eye like them Russians n***a
In my hood they ain’t talking ’bout none my n***a but who can k** the most for the summer n***a, on deck n***a
[Hook]