LYRIC
Serve a dummy bird, it's a dodo
What's in my cup? Hot cocoa
She's not my type, no produce
Tryna find me in the Uber pool
Marco Polo (hey bro)
Posted with the sack in the back of Sunoco
Playing with the bands like an oboe (why)
Only instrument 'cause I'm solo
Pull up in a Subie, that's a four door
Niggas be sipping k-roll, Fabuloso
Nolan, we roll, no Moto
If you make music, why you worry about a photo
Niggas steal swag but GAP my logo
You can call me shot but my car the black Soho
Woah, Woah
More percs than a drum kit
Had to bring the work out 'cause I'm unfit
Put the Glock to my head 'cause I'm homesick
Fuck the thermometer, don't temp' me
Don't know my name but she miss me (why)
That don't make sense like 50
My transmission 6-speed
I keep my dick in Dickies
Might just hit a lick on a kidney
Dick in her ass, nigga lube no Jiffy
2-dollar bills no hundred, no fifty
Water in her gym, I'ma call her Missy [Chorus: Boofboiicy] Yeah, we pop pills just like addicts
Me and game came through sliding, I'm clapping
No, you don't want no static
I know y'all really ain't about this 'ish
Tote 45 and automatic
Spot him, then I'm gonna whack him
Ain't no running, yeah the gun got attachments [Verse 2: NOLANBEROLLIN] She said "What you doing?"
This bitch is a nuisance
Pull up sipping fluid
They're like "Oh don't do it"
Glock on me, unhuman
Niggas wanna talk
Everybody stalk
I can't really walk
Glock up in my palms
I'm a failure
My ship passed like sailor
My bitch calls me mayor
Shoot me, it's a favor
My noodles, no flavor (depressed)
(Depressed)
Hey [Chorus: Boofboiicy] Yeah, we pop pills just like addicts
Me and game came through sliding, I'm clapping
No, you don't want no static
I know y'all really ain't about this 'ish
Tote 45 and automatic
Spot him, then I'm gonna whack him
Ain't no running, yeah the gun got attachments
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