Bo Talk ft. Bigg Bo & Big Ruga Lyrics

Ayy

Wop

Go get rich together

Ayy Wop

Wop

Guwop gang

Ganktwin

Mothafuckas be sneaky and 50 as shit

Fallin apart aint the money a bitch

I'm a breadwinner so I'ma eat

I'm a breadwinner so I'ma eat

If you don't eat then you die in the streets

We just try to get richer and stay on our feet

Got to eat by any means

I'ma rob and I'ma sell me some drugs

That's your main bitch, why she want fuck

Cause I'm getting money and selling some drugs

That's the reason why your bitch on my nuts

Ruga in your bushes, he creeping to crush ya

Ruga in your bushes, he creeping to crush ya

That's my man, I ain't got a fucking question

That's my man, I ain't got a fucking question

Good-Good boot come get you a dab

Remix that nigga, now he smoke a finesse

All I want is paper, chase me a check

All I want is paper, chase me a check

Keep-keep-keep me invested and come with the tech

Dont think you safe cause we got something for that

All this boot got me boosting my sweat

All this boot got me boosting my sweat

Hold up, Bo, I'm up on they ass next

Headshots, We just aiming for necks

Niggas moving, we just coming finesse

Ship the sink, bitch, we coming upset

Your bitch moving and she shaking her breast

And for some dollars she gon' do something messy

All my niggas do is come and finesse

All my niggas do is come and finesse

Shoot a team, fuck around and we gon' shoot up things

Hulk out, big guns

Bring them up when we beamin things

Ayy, I don't think they wanna make a way out

Cause my boys came to bring the payout

K-K-K-K-K hit like, what you say now

B-B-Bodies flop like, nigga, lay down

Motherfucker, this my playground

M-M-Molly coke' and weed, I'm booming all day now

Motherfuckers be sneaky and fitty and shit

Falling apart like the money and bitch

I'm a breadwinner, so I'ma eat

I'm a breadwinner, so I'ma eat

If you don't eat, then you die in the streets

We just trying to get richer and stay on our feet

Gotta eat by any mean

Gotta eat by any mean

I'ma rob and I'ma sell me some drugs

That's your man, bitch, why she wanna fuck

Cause I'm getting money and selling some drugs

That's the reason why your bitch on my nuts

Rugan your bitches, he creeping to crush you

Ruga in your bushes, he creeping to crush you

That's my man, I ain't got a fucking question

That's my man, I ain't got a fucking question

Good boot, come get you a dab

Remix the Nigga he smokin finesse

All I want is paper, chase me a check

All I want is paper, chase me a check

Give me a vest and it come with the tech

Don't think you safe cause we got something for that

All this boot got me boosting my sweat

All this boot got me boosting my sweat

I'm trappin hard, I'm trying to see a hundred bands

Bitch, I just hit the mall and drop a money bag

My own niggas looking at me funny, man

Nigga running 50, make him do the running man

Niggas took my brother, I can't go like no hoe

Everywhere I go, know I gotta keep a pole

I done did some shit that'll never get old

But I ain't tripping, bitch, I built for the smoke

Mother mad cause I fucked up the stove

I scraped the pot, beat the block like Kimbo

I back to work, move that shit through the door

In love with money, can't put trust in no hoe

I just wanna buy a Bentley

My shooter want a couple semis

Can't fuck with niggas that's too friendly

Smile in my face, that's my enemy

Do a hit on an opp if he mention me

She gon' get real if you dissing me

Can't let a pussy take my life away

I pray to allah, keep the snakes away