Boof

Break it down, twist it up Phoenix Suns all on the bud Came back like didn’t have no rust Just hanging out I ain’t in a rush Drop the anchor we pop the stuck Mixed it up forgot who I was Sippin' on MJ secret stuff Test kitted ain’t nothing cut 4's up what you thinking bruh? Keep it 100 can’t hate on us Everybody came in this thing to get buck And my dogg just Wu Tang’d the blunt Some of them things I hate to love My vision doubled everything at once Regular fit on designer drugs Still roll wit scholars still roll wit thugs Oh Yeah! We coming down in this thing Shit yeah I might be off a little some' some' But I got two hands on the wheel for safety baby, no pressure I can’t feel my face Fly through time and space Alive and your mind is the gate I'm fried when we slide to the base baby I can see the air I don’t believe it (Bro shut the f*ck up you can’t even sing like that for real) I don’t even care I feel like singing (Ay f*ck that shit go in then) Look up at the stars you’ll see me beaming (I’m higher than a bitch bruh Jesus) Dab hit me so damn hard I’m barely breathing Okay I’m back at it, bad habits Horse kick to a backstabber Swangin' down like an at batter I’m looking back at hoes chasing after Rock star I can't be a rapper Too many rappers on that chit chatter I ain’t a gangsta but I ain’t a capper I got gangstas that’ll blast ya backwards Lungs fucked up had to quit the Backwoods I Like it raw like Old Dirty Bastard Can’t trust a hoe I can’t trust a pastor I’m moving slow but I’m driving faster Hoes approach i'm a try and pass her In the hotel room things getting graphic I’m rolling weed on the side laughing She just boof’d the molly through the damn napkin