Boujee's Tweakin' (Interlude) Video (MV)

It's Boujee in here, it's Boujee in here
Shoutout to Twenty for this
Okay

B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always repping Tennessee
Ten a G
And you niggas really can't smoke with me
Matter fact, I'll out smoke any one of you niggas
On God
B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always repping Tennessee
Ten a G
And you niggas really can't smoke with me
I am King Boujee, and my crown is a Bass Pro hat

Indica, sativa
Yeah, it doesn't even matter (No cap)
As long as I'm smoking reefer
Put it on a platter
Rollin' tray, rollin' tray
Break it down, grind it up
Fill it up, pack it in
Light it up, you got a blunt
Bloodshot eyes
Pullin' up I'm high
Walk into the bank
Yeah, she can smell my vibes
Stroll out that bitch smilin' and shit
I'm lit, I got money
And I'm geekin' geekin' ge-ge-geekin'

B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always repping Tennessee
Ten a G
And you niggas really can't smoke with me

LMFAO
Yeah, that shit so geeked
Smoking hella weed, I don't even know what to think
I'm just smoking by myself
Staring at the floor like damn
I'm faded as f*ck
I'm finna go to Rice's hams (Yum)
And I'mma eat that whole bitch by myself
I ain't gonna share with nobody
I ain't share with nobody
I got- I got new hobbies
You know, I'm drippin' so hard
I'm finna- I'm finna cause a tsunami (Splashhhh)
On God, I-I-I'm driving so fast in my Bugatti (Skrrrrrrrrrrrrt)

I'm tweakin' a little bit (Tweakin')
I'm tweakin' a little bit (I'm tweakin')
I'm tweakin' a little bit (Huh)
I'm tweakin'

Ya dig
Ya dig
Ya dig

Boujee, that's me
She looking at my pinky ring cause I'm clean (Clean, I shower)
That bitch tells me no because she's so mean (Forreal)
All she wanna do is come suck deez
She choking on my shit
She gagging on that bitch
She like gargling on my dick
She like

(She nasty) You know that shit sound so nasty
But honestly I like that shit
I slap her bum, I'm all in that fanny
You know

Snap, crackle, pop that shit sounds like Frosted Flakes
On God, I meant Rice Crispy Treats
Face ass, that's on me
But we love to stay lit
Eating munchies, I'm tryna smoke it (Nigga what)
I mean munchies, I'm tryna eat it
Yeah, I think I smoke too much (Hell yeah you do)
Sike, ain't no such thing
Eat too much, and I f*ck with out a rubber (Hale nah)
Sike, you hoes is dusty
Pussy smell, yeah that shit musty
And yo lips, they kinda crusty
And please do not touch me
Just step the f*ck away
I'm Boujee for a reason