Young Roddy - Boost Mobile (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] I flow water, Bobby Boucher Bout time I introduce them to they doomsday Uh, I flow water, Bobby Boucher I swear these rap n***a's as sweet as Kool-Aid But them boys know that they whack Them boys know they ain't real Them boys know I spit crack Them boys know what it is Alright, let me stop f**in' around, hold this down for my set Jet Life, ever since Route The Ruler, they been calling me the truth I use to have a hooptie, til Spitta loaned me his coupe I finally got an iPhone, use to be team boost But it made me hella money, boy my shoe box the proof I grew up in the hood where n***a's reppin' soowoop Wear a whole lotta red, but still bump that uncle Snoop Ain't never claimed thug, always tried to play it cool But if it's motherf** me, then definitely motherf** you And I try to them school n***a's, it's crazy cause they don't listen They prolly way to broke, way too broke to pay attention This architect sh**, I been busy building by business Been humble way too long, now I'm stuntin' on them b**hes It's me against the world, sh** I'm such a bold n***a And dear summer, it's gonna be a cold winter A different broad every night, that's what you call pimpin' And this raw talent that I got ain't nothing but God given That bomb head that she give, she could charge n***a's A boss n***a, doin' it for my dogs n***a Every track they put me on, then we go off n***a Yeah, straight off n***a, talkin' JR n***a, preach I might be too real for mainstream I'm tryin' keep my rap sheet clean But they don't feel me, ya'mean My people gotta eat, I'm tryin' touch some legal cheese I got a b**h that's on my team, she hustle just like me I keep a jersey for her, remember that one night they tried to murc your boy Remember bein' wanted, cops searchin for em' They say they gotta cell or a hearse for em' My homie say they got some pounds or some birds for em' My eye's cherry red, like my birth stone I remember postin' up, gettin' that work off Can they say holla back, don't you take too long Be back in 24 hours, that's what I do boy Cause I ain't never been no duck n***a, no b**h n***a, no f** n***a I do this sh** for my hood n***a My crip n***as, my blood n***as Them cap peelers, them thug n***as Them drug dealers, them jack boys You know, them boys who keep them tooli's on them Uh, hey, you know I kept that toolie on me I can't lie, I thank God for that motherf**in' boost mobile Used to be ridin' round with my smokin' with my n***a [?] Talkin' bout makin' mad money Bumpin' that Styles P Had that heater under the seat Don't believe me, just ask somebody n***a Like, flow water, Bobby Boucher Bout time I introduce them to they dooms day