Kodak Black - Too Boosie lyrics

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Kodak Black - Too Boosie lyrics

[Intro] I been thinking like The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim sh*t, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies Forget the ni**as who died and ni**as got murked, forget about Turk [Chorus] I pistol-whipped a ni**a before the millions straight too Boosie I sent a few hits on ni**as, I bust'd a play too Boosie I rocked a fade too Boosiе Sipped purple drink too Boosie How thеy forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie [Verse 1] C Murda, They need to set the sniper free He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one What about the ni**as tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club (?) and (), the ni**as in the pen And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live Yeah, for Cassidy and (?), altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' ni**a C'd up The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging (?) killing and stealing just to make it [Chorus] I pistol-whipped a ni**a before the millions straight too Boosie I sent a few hits on ni**as, I bust'd a play too Boosie I rocked a fade too Boosie Sipped purple drink too Boosie How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie [Verse 2] They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale Pompanoya and ni**as on the corner And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3 The ni**as underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million It's either that or penitentiary What about the ni**as out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen The ni**as rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, ni**as gonna pull a murder Them ni**as who ain't with the dissing [Chorus] I pistol-whipped a ni**a before the millions straight too Boosie I sent a few hits on ni**as, I bust'd a play too Boosie I rocked a fade too Boosie Sipped purple drink too Boosie How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie [Outro] Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap sh*t, them ni**as that jack sh*t Them ni**as on that Kodak Black sh*t, like fu*k this rap sh*t, they wack sh*t All that, nam sayin Pac and all them, nam sayin like Ain't too many of us Trust