YNW Melly - Na Na Na Boo Boo lyrics

[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