Boogers Lyrics

I got them boogers all up in my chain

Free Slugga he locked up in chains huh

My niggas they ready to

My niggas they ready to bang

My lil youngin' screaming out gang

Twenty pointers in the tennis chain, huh

I'm in this bitch with my heater

I don't need that bitch you can keep her, huh

We got the sticks in the Track'

So high I done lost track

I'm beating the bitch from the back

Fuck around and pull out the bitch tracks

I get so much fuckin' money

Yeah I feel like this shit is a hack

You think that shit is so funny

Bitch that clip hanging long like a bat

I'm running straight to these damn racks

I'm smoking on exotic packs

You actin' tough need to relax

Before you get left up in the past

Them little bitty chains on your neck

That ain't diamonds lil' bitch that is glass

Finna go get a double bezel Rolex

Pull off on the cops doing the dash

She ride the dick the best like it was stolen

My brother just shipped the Wock' and it came from Poland

Lil' Daroo aiming at your top he ready to blow it

All these niggas is fake

All these niggas is hoes

These niggas really some rats

So watch who call your bro

My brother a millionaire he shitting on all these hoes

I don't go no where with them bitches

I'm too focused on the benjis

I'm finna go S-Class in '23

Trying to get the one with red seats

Rino say he finna get me AP

Got that money yeah he spend it crazy

I'm sticked up so don't try to zoe me

Nigga think he finna repo me

You tripping, you tripping

You better not get caught slipping

You tripping, you tripping

Fuck around and end up missing

All my niggas they carry them missles

These niggas be crying go get 'em a tissue

Bitch you stupid if you think I miss you

We going to roll him up if it's an issue

I walk up in Saks and I spend a lil' rack

You know I'ma get it right back

None these niggas want to kick it with you

I guess they don't fuck with the rat

You tripping, huh you tripping

You better not get caught slipping

You tripping, huh you tripping

You better not get caught slipping

Free lil' Tristan, free lil' Tristan

Yeah, he shooting like he on the Pistons

My chains so god damn loud

Jangling when I'm in that pussy

I don't know what you heard about

Run 'em down bitch you better not push me

Do that shit like it's a movie

12 mad I'm clutching my toolie

When I'm high I just play with her booty

Smoking on za, my eyes look stupid