Yeah, bitch, I'm with the guys
Pull up, let's get fried, pulling up, we hella fly
And we in the ride, bitch, don't pull up to the side
When I pull up, let me slide
I'm a real street nigga, catching niggas by surprise
All these niggas, they be clowns I just smack em with a pie
Now I'm smokin' big gas 'member matchin' up with five
Nigga workin' at McDonald's, better cook me up some fries
Real grimy ass nigga, hit your bitch up in some slides
Swear she know that I'm that nigga, finna give me a massage
I just copped a whip, skirtin' off the lot, had to get some tints
Sittin' on the bench, you ain't even playin, boy, you ain't shit
Time to hit a lick, mask on, I be doin' shit
Big bro in the back, he just said he shootin' shit
Could've been up in the trap, nigga, I ain't new to this
Nigga, I just be shootin' shit like I'm Ludacris
Had to block baby phone, I ain't with the foolishness
When I grab the scat, I had to go and get a cooling kit
Nigga back at eighth grade, wanted to be the coolest kid
Grew up, started shootin' cause they was bullying
When I walk up in the club, I gotta bring the fully in
Walk down, mask on, they call me the boogeyman
Yeah, bitch, I'm with the guys
Pull up, let's get fried, pulling up, we hella fly
And we in the ride, bitch, don't pull up to the side
When I pull up, let me slide
I'm a real street nigga, catching niggas by surprise
All these niggas, they be clowns I just smack em with a pie
Now I'm smokin' big gas 'member matchin' up with five
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Yeah, bitch, I'm with the guys
Pull up, let's get fried, pulling up, we hella fly
And we in the ride, bitch, don't pull up to the side
When I pull up, let me slide
I'm a real street nigga, catching niggas by surprise
All these niggas, they be clowns I just smack em with a pie
Now I'm smokin' big gas 'member matchin' up with five
Nigga workin' at McDonald's, better cook me up some fries
Real grimy ass nigga, hit your bitch up in some slides
Swear she know that I'm that nigga, finna give me a massage
I just copped a whip, skirtin' off the lot, had to get some tints
Sittin' on the bench, you ain't even playin, boy, you ain't shit
Time to hit a lick, mask on, I be doin' shit
Big bro in the back, he just said he shootin' shit
Could've been up in the trap, nigga, I ain't new to this
Nigga, I just be shootin' shit like I'm Ludacris
Had to block baby phone, I ain't with the foolishness
When I grab the scat, I had to go and get a cooling kit
Nigga back at eighth grade, wanted to be the coolest kid
Grew up, started shootin' cause they was bullying
When I walk up in the club, I gotta bring the fully in
Walk down, mask on, they call me the boogeyman
Yeah, bitch, I'm with the guys
Pull up, let's get fried, pulling up, we hella fly
And we in the ride, bitch, don't pull up to the side
When I pull up, let me slide
I'm a real street nigga, catching niggas by surprise
All these niggas, they be clowns I just smack em with a pie
Now I'm smokin' big gas 'member matchin' up with five
Pull up, let's get fried, pulling up, we hella fly
And we in the ride, bitch, don't pull up to the side
When I pull up, let me slide
I'm a real street nigga, catching niggas by surprise
All these niggas, they be clowns I just smack em with a pie
Now I'm smokin' big gas 'member matchin' up with five
Nigga workin' at McDonald's, better cook me up some fries
Real grimy ass nigga, hit your bitch up in some slides
Swear she know that I'm that nigga, finna give me a massage
I just copped a whip, skirtin' off the lot, had to get some tints
Sittin' on the bench, you ain't even playin, boy, you ain't shit
Time to hit a lick, mask on, I be doin' shit
Big bro in the back, he just said he shootin' shit
Could've been up in the trap, nigga, I ain't new to this
Nigga, I just be shootin' shit like I'm Ludacris
Had to block baby phone, I ain't with the foolishness
When I grab the scat, I had to go and get a cooling kit
Nigga back at eighth grade, wanted to be the coolest kid
Grew up, started shootin' cause they was bullying
When I walk up in the club, I gotta bring the fully in
Walk down, mask on, they call me the boogeyman
Yeah, bitch, I'm with the guys
Pull up, let's get fried, pulling up, we hella fly
And we in the ride, bitch, don't pull up to the side
When I pull up, let me slide
I'm a real street nigga, catching niggas by surprise
All these niggas, they be clowns I just smack em with a pie
Now I'm smokin' big gas 'member matchin' up with five
Writer: Noah Searight
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