Lyrics

[Intro: Boonie] (Welcome to the trenches) Yeah (Stay dangerous) Uh Ah Ah Huh, huh, huh [Chorus: Boonie] She just wanna ball right now, Gucci [?] my face with it I ain't tryna talk right now, you can meet me at the gates with it I ain't tryna talk right now (Boom), she ain't tryna walk right now Thirty-five racks get him bought right now Chop with a drum get him caught right now Got a lot of shit gettin' bought right now (Uh-huh) I can't go out of town EA Sports, lil' bro in the game (The game) We can't go out of bounds Gotta do me, can't go with the sound Ain't worryin' 'bout the opps 'cause they lost in the ground This ain't the lost and found Dropped out of school, now he lost, never found [Verse 1: Damedot] I wanna ball right now (Uh-huh) Whole lot of racks in my safe with it I need a Sprite right now I fuck around, pour an eight in it We finna slide right now Choppers and switches in the car right now Wе slide past, better lay on thе ground That 7.62, it sound like a bomb Bitch said she want me to spoil her down (Mwah) She wanna go out of town Jump out the whip, I'm somethin' like a hound (Rrr) I'm tryna walk him down Plug OT, finna turn me around Opps stay open, gotta watch my surrounds Ridin' 'round smokin' out the exotic pound You can meet me at the gates with it We'll send you straight to the grave with it Shoot like we in the NBA with it Margiela mask on my face with it She gotta sign an NDA with it (Yeah) If she want me to take her down I'm sellin' pills in a lil'-ass town (Damn) Plug like a jeweler 'cause he ice me down Say he gon' rob me, he must be a clown [Chorus: Boonie] She just wanna ball right now, Gucci [?] my face with it I ain't tryna talk right now, you can meet me at the gates with it I ain't tryna talk right now (Boom), she ain't tryna walk right now Thirty-five racks get him bought right now Chop with a drum get him caught right now Got a lot of shit gettin' bought right now (Uh-huh) I can't go out of town EA Sports, lil' bro in the game (The game) We can't go out of bounds Gotta do me, can't go with the sound Ain't worryin' 'bout the opps 'cause they lost in the ground This ain't the lost and found Dropped out of school, now he lost, not found [Verse 2: Boonie] Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, this ain't opposite This weight chillin', they'll come right now, now, now Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, this ain't opposite This weight chillin', they'll come right now He went and lied to a bitch I gave fifty to my brother right now (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Chopper like broom, it gon' stutter right now Lil' bro coolin' with a cutter right now Lil' bro coolin' and know how we movin' Got thirty-five racks, better whack the clown Lil' bro shootin', he don't know what he doin' That blammer pull we rushin' him down Bein' pro home, we don't ever press pound 40K in blues, but it's covered in brown Gotta come back when I get more rounds Got a chop right now, got a Glock right now, I got you popped right now [Chorus: Boonie] She just wanna ball right now, Gucci [?] my face with it I ain't tryna talk right now, you can meet me at the gates with it I ain't tryna talk right now (Boom), she ain't tryna walk right now Thirty-five racks get him bought right now Chop with a drum get him caught right now Got a lot of shit gettin' bought right now (Uh-huh) I can't go out of town EA Sports, lil' bro in the game (The game) We can't go out of bounds Gotta do me, can't go with the sound Ain't worryin' 'bout the opps 'cause they lost in the ground This ain't the lost and found Dropped out of school, now he lost, never found