Hoodbooger

Imagine me if I got it

If my nine stop busting, imagine me with a shotty

Imagine me with your shorty

Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury

Probably be with

Yeah, too many hoes on my D-I-C-K

I run the game like V-I-C-K

You ain't talking shit, no habla Englais

I can cock that thing back and pon de replay

I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it

Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley

I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb

Hit him in his arm, leg, head, nigga swam oceans for the commas

Oh my Jesus, the tops in the gray coupe

And when you hit the gas, that shit growl like a gray wolf

I'm murdering the game like Beowulf, what you saying?

You 'bout to get slayed, hop out the roof with the woof

Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it

Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty

I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari

Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty

It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies

I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly

And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic

The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine

Ain't nun better than a bad ass chick with the check

Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check

Ain't nun better than a bad ass bish with the check

Nun badder than a bad ass chick with the

Twenty-three dollars in my pockets, I'm rich as fuck

Cause my nigga just hit me from the pen and I hooked him up

Fast-forward ten years, we hopping out of the matte black truck

Black lips, dark abyss in my cup

Wrist sick cause I shit like 2 Bitches, 1 Cup

You a witness, I been had bitches like Pac and Clinton

I Ibaka your shot to give dick to Ms. Hilson

Do the Pretty Girl Rock with this shit in your kidneys

Blow the clit to oblivion, guess I'm talking belligerent

Head off, I'm so ignorant, please state your significance

Ain't no harmony, thug, but my bone is the busiest

Hit my phone, I'm lonely inside expensive interior

Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it

Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty

I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari

Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty

It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies

I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly

And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic

The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine

Ain't nun better than a bad ass chick with the check

Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check

Ain't nun better than a bad ass bish with the check

Nun badder than a bad ass chick with the