Rx Papi - BoosieBoo lyrics

They see me on the street
They don't know where to look
Lookin' at my neck,  my wrist, my pocket
They don't know

SpeedBump Curt, I got a bankroll
I walk in the bank when the bank closed
Cook a thirty-one with a blindfold
Crack a Dutch with my eyes closed
Pull up, meet me at the corner store
Twenty thousand stuffed in my Girbauds
SpeedBump Curt, yeah, there he go
I'm in this bitch eating blue Doritos, yeah
That's me
Scratch off in that coupe, doing high speeds
Sip the Wock', we get high as Jesus
My neck
Wrist and ears and my fingers freezing
He say he sell dope, but I don't believe him
I drive this four oh like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest


I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty heathen
I'm in the trap counting up
For five hours a day
Three more to go, couldn't even shower today
Lil' cuz called me, said he got a play
Niggas from out of town want a
Half a brick of yay'
I'm Ice Cube in the pot, nigga, yeah, yeah
Compress that bitch, wrap it with duct tape
I wish I'd be able to see that nigga's face
When he tryna chop drywall on the plate
They like, "Goddamn, Curt
You did it again"
Came through in an Audi, shitted again
Saw him and his friends
Shot at him and his friends
Bent the block and hit it again
I drink Wockeisha, not juice and gin
556 hittin' your chin
Jet Li Glock, this bitch got kick
That ho ain't duck, that bitch got hit
Jump out broad day, we don't miss
I throw a bullet better than Michael Vick
I'm riding for my dog like Michael Vick
Go to jail 'bout my dog like Michael Vick
I scramble in the pocket like Michael Vick
Could run fast as shit like Michael Vick
My arm strong as fuck like Michael Vick
I look in the mirror and say, "Curt
You the shit" two big speedbumps by my dick
I woke up like
"What I'm 'bout to buy my bitch?"
I ain't finna buy her no Prada shit
Even though I be proud of a lot of shit
She be getting in her feelings
When I'm popping shit
Walk in Givenchy, just buying shit
When I'm in the trap, I feel like Demetrius
Glick on my hip all day and I sleep with it
I watch how I move
I'm always discrete with it
If you owe me money
You're better off keeping it
Your mama gon' need it to bury you with
Shooting up whatever cemetery you're in
We throwing bullets like Hail Marys and shit
Hit your casket and whoever carrying the shit
Everybody got a mask, Jim Carrey and shit
I shot his ass twice 'fore
They buried the nigga
I think I'm Boosie Boo with all hundreds
Pop my shit
Told the cameraman keep it running
If you find a fifty in these hundreds
I'll give five thousand to a junkie

Now we still getting money, nigga
But this time, if you find a fifty in here
I'm pussy check this out, nigga
This time, this this pocket change to me
Nigga you better ask them 'bout it
We gon' flick 'em, we gon'
Flick 'em 'til they stop
So hold the camera
We gon' flick them motherfuckers
'til they stop, hold on
We getting money, I hope you got
Five minutes on that camera, thug
'Cause we getting money
You best believe that we getting money, nigga
You best believe that
You better tell 'em, mama
Mama, you better tell 'em how I'm rockin'
Mom
Mama, you better tell 'em how I'm rockin'
If you find a fifty in here, I'm pussy
If you find a fifty in this motherfucker
I'm pussy i wipe my ass with this, nigga
My fucking hand getting tired, man, shit
This my mansions at night, I be
Swimming in a pool of hundreds, nigga
Hahaha
We swimming in a pool of hundreds, nigga
This shit get in there
I got my Jacob on we paid twenty G's for it
I got the Jacob on got the necklace on
The Boosie Badazz necklace
You know, I be swimming in a pool of hundreds
Where my lil' nigga at? (He right here)
Hold on, we gotta wait for Tootie
Tootie Badazz (Tootie, come here)
Boy, Tootie, they got two of me