Blu, Oh No, M.E.D., Cashus King, Definite - Boogie to Flex lyrics
[Blu, Oh No, M.E.D., Cashus King, Definite - Boogie to Flex lyrics]
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
Uh, yeah, let's go hit this party up, man
This mob thang, yo
Two-steppin', you rappers must got the memo
Lay this green light on you
Niggas auditionin' your demo tape
While I'm in the venue
I'm mackin' on this Peruvian
A groupie nigga all in my face
And reppin' what crew he in
Yeah, I came with Blu
But, I won't give you no record deal
I know all of the homies I
Came with got they weapons still
Recitin' the lyrics from your latest release
But, I ain't came for all of that
Come catch this fade in the streets
Later I peeped 'em with his
Homies plottin' some shit
I'm off a fifth, non hesitant
They motionin' took precedence
I was just a second too late
They made an exit quick this mob shit
They don't know who the fuck
They be messin' wit'
Round up all the homies
They signin' they own death wish
Pistol clap straight to the chest
How they connect wit'
Shit, it ain't a thang to figure
Out where they rest at since you wanted war
You better bring out your best straps
So bet that
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
You gotta two-step in with my
Weapon in the waist
Drink laced with the "ooh" and
His laces all blue
I ain't bang, I just came wit' 'em
That's my dude got off a little drank and
Started actin' hella rude
Hella fools in the party from the other side
He knew a few of 'em so
He actin' like they crew
He on some derelict duties
The barrel is an uzi
Pharaoh, pharaoh, bad and bougie
Lil Boosie with the gang ties
Duckin' 'fore they shoot me
Dedicated in they trueness
With the activities
Nukkas on some "Gimme these"
And "Take that", he came to mack a dame
Tryna get some snatch 'til the
Jacker snatched his chain
React with the get back
The click-clack'll fix that
And this is when the gray
Clouds return to acid rain
They called 'em "Boogie to Flex"
A simple step'll turn a rapper
To a teflon vest gettin' shot up, yeah
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta check
One-two steppin' with the weapon on (Mm)
She thought she got me hard
From the nine-inch raw
Tossed out the bottle
Block party wearin' camouflage
Flex, any disrespect
Get it poppin' on the set
(Poppin' on the set)
Mob little homies, can't control 'em all
(Haha) , reason uninvited
We arrivin', even flyers got us blacklisted
Ain't our fault if they set trippin'
Little two-eleven lettin' off (Lettin' off)
Then we'll split 'em like
Gymnasts as predicted (Mm)
Only evidence, those limpin' off
(Limpin' off)
Even witness got hit at his doorstep
Bein' nosy (Bein' nosy)
We met up after, laughin'
Tellin' war stories (Ha ha ha)
Few shorties, ten forties, DPG LP
Theme music house parties in the nineties
Rag hangin', spellin' out your hood dancin'
(Y'all don't know)
Increase the chances the your
Party endin frantic (Endin' frantic)
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
Uh, yeah, let's go hit this party up, man
This mob thang, yo
Two-steppin', you rappers must got the memo
Lay this green light on you
Niggas auditionin' your demo tape
While I'm in the venue
I'm mackin' on this Peruvian
A groupie nigga all in my face
And reppin' what crew he in
Yeah, I came with Blu
But, I won't give you no record deal
I know all of the homies I
Came with got they weapons still
Recitin' the lyrics from your latest release
But, I ain't came for all of that
Come catch this fade in the streets
Later I peeped 'em with his
Homies plottin' some shit
I'm off a fifth, non hesitant
They motionin' took precedence
I was just a second too late
They made an exit quick this mob shit
They don't know who the fuck
They be messin' wit'
Round up all the homies
They signin' they own death wish
Pistol clap straight to the chest
How they connect wit'
Shit, it ain't a thang to figure
Out where they rest at since you wanted war
You better bring out your best straps
So bet that
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta
You gotta two-step in with my
Weapon in the waist
Drink laced with the "ooh" and
His laces all blue
I ain't bang, I just came wit' 'em
That's my dude got off a little drank and
Started actin' hella rude
Hella fools in the party from the other side
He knew a few of 'em so
He actin' like they crew
He on some derelict duties
The barrel is an uzi
Pharaoh, pharaoh, bad and bougie
Lil Boosie with the gang ties
Duckin' 'fore they shoot me
Dedicated in they trueness
With the activities
Nukkas on some "Gimme these"
And "Take that", he came to mack a dame
Tryna get some snatch 'til the
Jacker snatched his chain
React with the get back
The click-clack'll fix that
And this is when the gray
Clouds return to acid rain
They called 'em "Boogie to Flex"
A simple step'll turn a rapper
To a teflon vest gettin' shot up, yeah
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta check
One-two steppin' with the weapon on (Mm)
She thought she got me hard
From the nine-inch raw
Tossed out the bottle
Block party wearin' camouflage
Flex, any disrespect
Get it poppin' on the set
(Poppin' on the set)
Mob little homies, can't control 'em all
(Haha) , reason uninvited
We arrivin', even flyers got us blacklisted
Ain't our fault if they set trippin'
Little two-eleven lettin' off (Lettin' off)
Then we'll split 'em like
Gymnasts as predicted (Mm)
Only evidence, those limpin' off
(Limpin' off)
Even witness got hit at his doorstep
Bein' nosy (Bein' nosy)
We met up after, laughin'
Tellin' war stories (Ha ha ha)
Few shorties, ten forties, DPG LP
Theme music house parties in the nineties
Rag hangin', spellin' out your hood dancin'
(Y'all don't know)
Increase the chances the your
Party endin frantic (Endin' frantic)
Boogie to flex
You at the party and somebody try to test
Just two-step, throw the set up to the next
This how a simple dance turns into a threat
You gotta