Ta Da

Lyrics

[Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky] Chill, you can't even come to the crib I was outside in Atlanta So she don't even know where I live Ho, where is your manners? She eat the dick like a dinner Don't pop a Xan', hop in the sprinter Wait, I was the one in the Balenciagas You talking down? Then I hit up my partner Dread head, really look like a Rasta He got the glick but he not a shotta I got the gas bag, like my father Say he get money, uh, nada I make that boy disappear, ta da [Verse 1: BoofPaxkMooky] Down bad, had to stay with my mother Yeah, I was down bad under covers And don't try to touch (No) The choppa, it buss Yeah the choppa it buss you I'm number one and he two Aye, tell me to do it Uh, I can't even do it Know my bitch thicker than you Uh, he can't even prove it I got that juice Uh, he can't even do it Man, I'm smoking this boof [Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky] Chill, you can't even come to the crib I was outside in Atlanta So she don't even know where I live Ho, where is your manners? She eat the dick like a dinner Don't pop a Xan', hop in the sprinter Wait, I was the one in the Balenciagas You talking down? Then I hit up my partner Dread head, really look like a Rasta He got the glick but he not a shotta I got the gas bag, like my father Say he get money, uh, nada I make that boy disappear, ta da [Verse 2: Calii Breezze] I keep a stick like Harry Potter I fuck your bitch, I don't even call her I put them racks all on my collar That bitch is a gnat, her head like a scholar Smoking green just like olive I follow the money just like a stalker High off tree, like koala High off me, like a flosser Off the lean, like a cougher See the beam, then we lost him See the drip, yeah, it cost him Yeah, it cost him Aye, 30 on my hip He ain't even know, 'cause he ain't hip No umbrella catch this drip [Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky] Chill, you can't even come to the crib I was outside in Atlanta So she don't even know where I live Ho, where is your manners? She eat the dick like a dinner Don't pop a Xan', hop in the sprinter Wait, I was the one in the Balenciagas You talking down? Then I hit up my partner Dread head, really look like a Rasta He got the glick but he not a shotta I got the gas bag, like my father Say he get money, uh, nada I make that boy disappear, ta da