Baby Cxpone - Boof! Lyrics

I'm with the gang
Smokin boof (yea, yea)
I'm with the gang
Smokin boof
Smokin too much gas
Now the gang off the roof
Hoe keep talking
Imma knock that shit out the frame
Hoe, yea what you doin
There's no need to speak
When the money real fluent
Pretty but dirty ass hoes I'm suing
Smoking weed now I'm coolin
Boolin with the bros
I might roll another f*cking blunt
Fly like D Rose
He just want a feat
Cause he know that I
Just f*ckin compose
Like baby if I make a song for you
You know that shit ain't wrote
I might want you as a f*ckin cover
Baby strike a pose
I might gotta go
Cause who she talking to in them notes
I'm the number 1 (yea)
Talkin to a dime bitch
He copy my flow
I can't be mad
He tryna get rich
That might just my hoe (yea)
Matchin- Matchin fits
You just swear that we was goals
But that shit just (yea)
Wasn't it
Ghost me (yea)
Just cause you moving
Yea, wassup wit it
You just f*cking kill my heart
And I just wanted to kill you bitch
Cause we was just a perfect match
Yea, perfect fit
If you was serious
I was just too
I might just pack my shit (yea)
She like "Get up out the house"
Say "Why you boring?"
Baby, I'm not going no where
Till I can afford a foreign
All these hoes just
Roaming the map
Like bitch is you tourin
Sometimes shit get rough
And I'm rolling the doobie blunt
Soaring
Imma stay on top of shit
I coordinate all this shit
I just feel like Greg Popovic
If she cheat again
F*ck talkin I just might
Pop the bitch
I'm like "I just gotchu baby"
She like "I want all of it
I'm with the gang
Smokin boof (yea, yea)
I'm with the gang
Smokin boof
Smokin too much gas
Now the gang off the roof
Hoe keep talking
Imma knock that shit out the frame
Hoe, yea what you doin
There's no need to speak
When the money real fluent
Pretty but dirty ass hoes I'm suing
If you was serious
I was just too
I might just pack my shit (yea)
She like "Get up out the house"
Say "Why you boring?"
Baby, I'm not going no where
Till I can afford a foreign
All these hoes just
Roaming the map
Like bitch is you tourin
Sometimes shit get rough
And I'm rolling the doobie blunt
Soaring
Imma stay on top of shit
I coordinate all this shit
I just feel like Greg Popovic
If she cheat again
F*ck talkin I just might
Pop the bitch
I'm like "I just gotchu baby"
She like "I want all of it
I'm with the gang
Smokin boof (yea, yea)
I'm with the gang
Smokin boof
Smokin too much gas
Now the gang off the roof
(Gang off the roof)
Hoe keep talking
Imma knock that shit out the frame
Hoe, yea what you doin
(Yea, what you doing)
There's no need to speak
When the money real fluent
Pretty but dirty ass hoes I'm suing
(You Think You Know Me)