Booted Up (feat. nxrthstar & Viizzi)

Yeah, pussy boy talkin' that shit, man, I swear you look stupid, uh Yeah, say I don't got no ho's 'bout to pull up with a new bitch, uh Yeah, play my music at the function turn me up Yeah, I just been poppin' them Percs, lil' bitch I'm booted up Yeah, yeah, that lil' bitch think I'm crazy I'm serving mad like the eighties Shut the f*ck up and just pay me I'm moving weight just like Jay-Z Uh, yeah, back in 95 I feel like Kanye I'm wavy In a thirty going eighty I know he still tryna play me Yeah, but bitch I'm ready, uh Pull up put that poodle to your noodle moms spaghetti, uh These bitches, talking that shit on the gang Man, I'm sorry that I'm so petty, uh And lately I sleep with a gun Yeah, I sleep with a teddy, uh And I'm in the back seat with your bitch she wanna top me, uh Oxy my blood, still cannot catch me She in her dreams, she thought that she had me Doing the fraud, try and get at me Fiend for the clout, but he cannot pass me He suck so much, that we call him Maggie I took some more, so I'm feeling happy I touch down LA, I'm hitting up chef Need me some courage, need me some ket She blow me some much, I call her a ref Leave me some lines, I'm doing the rest Said it I meant it, I talk with my chest Ex's are dead then I'm throwing a fest Just like my Xanax them boys are pressed They falling off, must be depressed Yeah, pussy boy talkin' that shit, man, I swear you look stupid, uh Yeah, say I don't got no ho's 'bout to pull up with a new bitch, uh Yeah, play my music at the function turn me up Yeah, I just been poppin' them Percs, lil' bitch I'm booted up Pop a Perc, I'm booted up I just stuffed an eighth inside my Backwood, now I'm zoozted up Bitch, my strap talk business, fully loaded and it's suited up Walk into the function see your face up in that bitch and yeah, you know I'm finna shoot it up Come with a K, like a Russian, no Juice Bitch, I'm the goat check the stats for the proof Double RR seats, got the stars in the roof Sniffing that Charlie then I'm a set fire to the booth I'm a set fire to the whole town Spin your block turn it into a ghost town And y'all wild on the 'Gram do the most now I go wild on the stage sell the shows out Nobody do it like who? Nobody doing it like us Don't care what you say, I'm upping the rage Play with my heart, I'm going insane She giving me knowledge, she giving me brain I'm upping the choppa you feeling the pain Thinking it's Twitter but this not a game Mad 'bout his bitch, oh what a shame What a shame that we put him in a pack though Hate me all you want 'cause you just add funds to my bankroll New bitch badder so they hating but it's facts though I'm an addict and they know it, what you asked fo'?