J.I.D - Hoodbooger lyrics

[Intro] Imagine me if I got it If my nine stop busting, imagine me with a shotty Imagine me with your shorty Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury Probably be with [Verse 1] Yeah, too many hoes on my D-I-C-K I run the game like V-I-C-K You ain't talking sh**, no habla Englais I can co*k that thing back and pon de replay I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb Hit him in his arm, leg, head, n***a swam oceans for the commas Oh my Jesus, the tops in the gray coupe And when you hit the gas, that sh** growl like a gray wolf I'm murdering the game like Beowulf, what you saying? You 'bout to get slayed, hop out the roof with the woof [Hook] Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine [Bridge] Ain't nun better than a bad a** chick with the check Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check, ain't nun better than a bad a** bish with the check nun badder than a bad a** chick with the [Verse 2] Twenty-three dollars in my pockets, I'm rich as f** Cause my n***a just hit me from the pen and I hooked him up Fast-forward ten years, we hopping out of the matte black truck Black lips, dark abyss in my cup Wrist sick cause I sh** like 2 b**hes, 1 Cup You a witness, I been had b**hes like Pac and Clinton I Ibaka your shot to give dick to Ms. Hilson Do the Pretty Girl Rock with this sh** in your kidneys Blow the clit to oblivion, guess I'm talking belligerent Head off, I'm so ignorant, please state your significance Ain't no harmony, thug, but my bone is the busiest Hit my phone, I'm lonely inside expensive interior [Hook] Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine