Steve McNair (feat. Boogi3.43)

Young rich nigga I'm chasing the backends I hit from the back She like how I'm beating her back in I got the pounds in the back You know I stay trapping Don't talk on the phones You know the feds tapping Declining that shit You know I ain't lacking I got the cheese like a packer Nigga get hit up He calling for backup I'm feeling real fancy Pour act in a glass cup Chop on my side I don't think you wanna act up I hit up margiela man You know he gon Spin with the fan Walk down on him He son of a Sam F*ck going to hell Nigga I don't give a damn I'm dripping givenchy Lil bitch I'm a dog Whole lotta money I'm rich nigga Do what I want Spin in a big body Feel like I'm trump Trynna run up Nigga you out of luck I'm in the field Throwing bullets Like I'm Steve McNair It feel like a match When the racks they appear Matty dressed up Like he running for mayor F*ck it we throwing them shots in the air Got hit from the blindside He ain't see the glare Blue dot on the glock This shit like a saber Boog43 bitch You know ima player F*ck her one time I ain't calling her later Save by the bell Bitch I feel like I'm slater Bitch I'm a jock You know I can't chase her I need me a bitch like Lisa Kelly Run through these bitches Man feel like I'm feld I'm drinking this wock And I know it ain't healthy I walk with the demons You know the shit help me Put on a gillie I gotta move stealthy Stack up the racks I got to be wealthy It's 3 lil bitch Ain't shit you could tell me I was down bad Ain't nobody help me I was down bad Ain't nobody help me I'm dripping givenchy Lil bitch I'm a dog Whole lotta money Im rich nigga Do what I want Spin in a big body Feel like I'm trump Trynna run up Nigga you out of luck I'm in the field throwing bullets Like I'm Steve McNair It Feel like a match When the racks they appear Matty dressed up Like he running for mayor F*ck it we throwing them shots in the air