Boogie

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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?

rap, trap soul