Boogie

I’m on my Boogie shit— aye

The nicca with the hoodie, yeah

Got the fully with the F&N — why?

Just in case they try to test the kid — nah

Why they wanna play that reckless shit?

Back up on my Boogie shit — aye

The ni**a with the hoodie, yeah

Got the fully with the F&N — why?

Just in case they tryna spin again

Tryna catch me on some lazy shit

Catch ‘em slippin’ late night, movin’ shady quick

Run up on me? Leave your vision lazy, slick

Close your eyes, you won’t open ’em again

Say hello to the Sandman — tuck you in

Play with mine, I send you to the man upstairs

I don’t talk threats, I just send prayers

Back on my shit, yeah, I’m in my bag

Might pull up in an Audi or a new Jag

All-black whip — I call it Kodak

You clockin’ my wrist like a Lojack

These jewels on me? I paid them racks

But your life? It don’t match that

So don’t even try to match flex

You just swagger jackin’ — get your style back

Aye, how you love that?

Aye, how you love that?