A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Rambo (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clue] Power 105.1 Desert storm radio baby A Boogie, Don Q Highbridge Don Q, get 'em [Verse 1: Don Q] Whipping with finesse, got me sprinting through a check Stacking more, spending less, you n***as still in debt They love the Don cause the arm looks like Lucky Charms I just want to count a hundred grand and hug my mom Tell her it's nothing wrong The sun's shining and we made it through the thunderstorm No more rain, now all I see is the hundreds pouring Them b**hes played before, now we just stunting on 'em Wait, I ain't coming for 'em I got better sh** to do See through the years I done lost a good friend or two This sh** is pitiful I walk up in the spot dressed down like an interview Then it's to the block, spilling lean on my tennis shoes I'm December cool Say what's your name again baby? you know it been a few And if the p**y weak I probably won't remember you I probably had to doubt we in the mineral You know I like to mix it with the chemical 'til a n***a in the mood, and I see the ceiling move I'm the one they listen to, you the one they skipping through n***a lives on that corner where n***as died I'm where hard rock and heavy metal, that Ozzy Osbourne It's sh** I got to keep my mind on Snakes in the gra** gon' come in with they disguise on Those the main n***as that you gotta keep your eyes on But it's hard to tell when them the n***as you relied on Damn, look, your n***a is back Thought I was gon' fall off? how silly is that I stood dolo in the cold and got rid of the pack And I'm talking way before I remembered a rap Catch me in the heights, right where the Dominicans at Me and Boogie, a few thots, make 'em fit in the back Of the coupe, they ain't loose, then we sending them back n***a speeding for no reason, got me spilling my yak See I'm just tryna sit and relax and flip up a pack Probably go visit the trap and pick up a stack Keep calm, it ain't the tens and the Timberlands black Don C, Givenchy, made denims to match I'm back Look Don C, Givenchy, made denims to match We don't even do Don C's anymore man, f** that sh** Boogie what up? [Interlude: DJ Clue] Power 105.1 Desert Storm Radio baby [Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Highbridge to the grave b**h Every n***a that I came with on that same sh** Seen some sh** up on the chain before I became rich Me and you are not the same, I ain't speaking English Yeah I'm talking that slang sh**, they tell me talk up They don't give out free Porsche trucks, I had to boss up Fifty hanging off my necklace, my sh** water Don't reach and watch your step, yeah don't get crossed up I can get into the drama if you wanna If you try to hit and miss do you believe in karma? If you plottin' I can best believe you gon' get caught up My n***a Dre a monster, he straight out of Compton Yeah I'm all about my business, 'bout my chicken If I put you on a mission, you'll be rich then You can't get into my vision, this sh** different Really talking what I'm living for a living Huh?