Yeat, tana - Boot Up Sum lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Steven Lewis
[Yeat, tana - Boot Up Sum lyrics]
(Karegi, hahaha)
Tryna boot up some, so I boot up some
I lost every one of my feelings
So I take these drugs and
Go high past the ceiling yeah
Devil told me boot up some
(Yeah) , told me boot up some
Told me I won't see the sun
I got too much money (Money)
We had too much fun
(Fun) , we had too much guns
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Yeah)
Every time I ever try to tell my side (Yeah)
Every time I thought I finna hit 7/11
Get a double cup for a deuce of Wock'
I'm tryna slow down, but I'm on the edge
I can't even stop
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah! Yeah)
Off that Wock', had too much fun
Me and my twizzy got too much guns
You in my way, better move or some
He talk down, we'll shoot that gun
We see him and he gon' run
We got gas, blow it by the ton
In too deep, I can feel the sun
You ain't 'bout that life, boy
You ain't 'bout nothing
I'ma shoot that stick like three, two, one
Nigga tryna be me, you gon' get outdone
It was five in your gang, now it's none
They say I'ma fall off but it just begun
Hollow tips in the stick and
You know they torch some
And you know me and Yeat
Tote sticks for the fun
(And you know me and Yeat
Tote sticks for the fun)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah woah, woah
Yeah yeah, woah, woah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Devil told me boot up some
(Yeah) , told me boot up some (Yeah)
Told me I won't see the sun
(Yeah) , I got too much money (Yeah)
We had too much fun, we had too much guns
(Woah, woah, woah)
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Blatt)
Every time I ever try to tell my side
(Woah, blatt) every time I thought (Woah)
Finna hit 7/11
Get a double cup for a deuce of Wock'
(Yeah)
I'm tryna slow down, but I'm on the edge
I can't even stop
Tryna boot up some, so I boot up some
I lost every one of my feelings
So I take these drugs and
Go high past the ceiling yeah
Devil told me boot up some
(Yeah) , told me boot up some
Told me I won't see the sun
I got too much money (Money)
We had too much fun
(Fun) , we had too much guns
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Yeah)
Every time I ever try to tell my side (Yeah)
Every time I thought I finna hit 7/11
Get a double cup for a deuce of Wock'
I'm tryna slow down, but I'm on the edge
I can't even stop
Devil told me boot up some (Yeah! Yeah)
Off that Wock', had too much fun
Me and my twizzy got too much guns
You in my way, better move or some
He talk down, we'll shoot that gun
We see him and he gon' run
We got gas, blow it by the ton
In too deep, I can feel the sun
You ain't 'bout that life, boy
You ain't 'bout nothing
I'ma shoot that stick like three, two, one
Nigga tryna be me, you gon' get outdone
It was five in your gang, now it's none
They say I'ma fall off but it just begun
Hollow tips in the stick and
You know they torch some
And you know me and Yeat
Tote sticks for the fun
(And you know me and Yeat
Tote sticks for the fun)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah woah, woah
Yeah yeah, woah, woah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Devil told me boot up some
(Yeah) , told me boot up some (Yeah)
Told me I won't see the sun
(Yeah) , I got too much money (Yeah)
We had too much fun, we had too much guns
(Woah, woah, woah)
My thoughts to the side, I just shrug (Blatt)
Every time I ever try to tell my side
(Woah, blatt) every time I thought (Woah)
Finna hit 7/11
Get a double cup for a deuce of Wock'
(Yeah)
I'm tryna slow down, but I'm on the edge
I can't even stop