Boogie Down

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray] All a nigga know is get money (Bitch) No eye contact, so I gotta test somethin' Leavin' from the set, had to grab a bitch somethin' Seen you out there perpin', you ain't grabbin', gettin' nothin' This Bentley belt rocker, True Religions jigger New receipts, a new closet, nine hundred for the Cleveland (Real) Said I'm fallin' off, nigga, I ain't worried Been fuckin' bad hoes since Charlie had thirty Ask about Ray, nigga, ask about me Old how you know M's? What the answer don't be? Real nigga, I don't get passеs on beef See, I make money herе, make it faster OT Lean from the 'spital, weed in a spizzle Every day I'm high, buffs on chizzle I'm probably on Six Mile stuntin' on sixers Get fine, say whatever, I don't fuck with y'all niggas, rich [Verse 2: Peezy] Sittin' back thinkin' what if my mama wasn't able? Now it's flat-screens, five-hundred-dollar cable Took a timeout on blowin' money, had to safe it Now I'm breakin' down onions on a thousand-dollar table Louis for the belt, pillow for the vest You got on it too, but you ain't bought it from the set Used to be in school, couldn't walk up in the trap Now I buy True Religions just to walk along the back Ten-thousand-dollar bag, three hundred for the bitches Spend it all up to save enough to buy a ticket Shit was gone fast, I'm finna get back to the city Spend it all again, jump right back on the rizzy Every day we hustle, trappin', makin' movies Fuck bad bitches, iced buffs to buy hoopties Cheddar Grove, bitch, you ain't with us then you losin' Been the shit since high school, rest in peace to Lil Boosie, bitch [Verse 3] Uh All my niggas get stacks, smoke thrax, blunts Fuck niggas' bitches and bag up Bitch, you're too close, better back up See them niggas with them straps, bitch? That's us Bitches keep starin', shit, I'm high, that's apparent Why these pussy niggas hatin'? Shit, I guess of my appearance I ain't even carin' 'cause the 40 on me clarin' And your niggas I be fearin', all these bitches we be sharin' Pussy niggas we extortin', take these bitches, we important See this shit that I be sportin', think these True Religions gorgeous I'm a fuckin' goose trick, I'm a fuckin' kush smoker I don't want that bitch, the pussy ain't a soaker Bitch niggas tell lies, ho niggas tell stories Real niggas on the grind, no buffies, no glory Shit ain't been the same since they took my brother from me Get money, stay humble, man, that's what my brother told me [Verse 4: Damedot] Woo Called my nigga P, I'm on my way back to the hood (You made it there and back?) With no problems, I'm good Time for new buffs, nigga, throw away the woods Nine-sixes on the Chevy, 405s in the hood Y'all slappin' 'bows? Nigga, I ain't seen nothin' These bitches dick suckin' 'cause they know I really done it (For real) I'm sittin' in the Benz, me and Greg gettin' blunted Hands hurtin' countin' bands, but I swear a nigga love it We been gettin' money, been ridin' on H Nigga, rule number one, keep the bands in the safe Rule number two, stay the fuck out niggas' face (Fuck naw) And last but not least, never ever sell shake Yeah, bitch, these buffs, why you all in my face? Paid the five-ball here, and they pay double out of state Nigga, I done been there, done it, whole team runnin' New buffies, bad lightskin bitches ain't nothin'