Lil Bibby, T.I. - Boy lyrics
[Lil Bibby, T.I. - Boy lyrics]
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
I’m a boss stacking all this money
My safe stay full of new hundreds
My trap house still doing numbers
Show you how to turn nothing into something
I pull up to the scene
They like "Bibby what you on?"
Got the chrome, one up in the dome
Play I’ll get you gone money on my phone
So I told that bitch hold on
Put the business first
Then see what the hoes on
Young nigga stunting
Walking round with this gold on
I would flood the block but I
Ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissing, acting like some women
Hey but we ain't really tripping cause we
Got some pots to piss in
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
When we pull up as the shit
And go get your bitch’s attention
She wishing her and my dick could
Have a head on collision
My guarder number one
We be bumming in your direction
They get permission from me
They gon turn her with no ignition
King, double Styrofoam for the lean
Puffing 15, 30 grand in my jeans
And when I’m seen on the scene, it’s obscene
And a vert so clean
Half a million dollar chain
Ask a ho who run it they
Go yelling out our name
Hustle gang bang green bitch
All we know is bank rolls
Get dough when the bank close
And there ain't no
Stopping, our feet kicked up
Where you can’t go
They can’t paint no picture no clearer
Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror
No there ain't no nigga like us in your city
Pulling up
Sucker like no he motherfucking didn't
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days
Niggas hating on the bench
They don’t get no play
Haters gon hate, everything ok
Young nigga from the streets
Getting money both ways
And we get that straight drop shit
Straight from the tropics
Then I rerock it to double up them profit's
Catch me on E block, now I’m with the D cop
Word around town Lil Bibby
Got the streets locked
Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked
Wheat timbs nigga, we don’t do the Reebok
My young boys on bullshit, boy
Just watch, I’ll show you how
To do this shit, boy
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
I’m a boss stacking all this money
My safe stay full of new hundreds
My trap house still doing numbers
Show you how to turn nothing into something
I pull up to the scene
They like "Bibby what you on?"
Got the chrome, one up in the dome
Play I’ll get you gone money on my phone
So I told that bitch hold on
Put the business first
Then see what the hoes on
Young nigga stunting
Walking round with this gold on
I would flood the block but I
Ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissing, acting like some women
Hey but we ain't really tripping cause we
Got some pots to piss in
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
When we pull up as the shit
And go get your bitch’s attention
She wishing her and my dick could
Have a head on collision
My guarder number one
We be bumming in your direction
They get permission from me
They gon turn her with no ignition
King, double Styrofoam for the lean
Puffing 15, 30 grand in my jeans
And when I’m seen on the scene, it’s obscene
And a vert so clean
Half a million dollar chain
Ask a ho who run it they
Go yelling out our name
Hustle gang bang green bitch
All we know is bank rolls
Get dough when the bank close
And there ain't no
Stopping, our feet kicked up
Where you can’t go
They can’t paint no picture no clearer
Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror
No there ain't no nigga like us in your city
Pulling up
Sucker like no he motherfucking didn't
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days
Niggas hating on the bench
They don’t get no play
Haters gon hate, everything ok
Young nigga from the streets
Getting money both ways
And we get that straight drop shit
Straight from the tropics
Then I rerock it to double up them profit's
Catch me on E block, now I’m with the D cop
Word around town Lil Bibby
Got the streets locked
Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked
Wheat timbs nigga, we don’t do the Reebok
My young boys on bullshit, boy
Just watch, I’ll show you how
To do this shit, boy
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain’t worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money