[Chorus]
Whoa (Whoa)
Whoa
What (What)
Hmm
Just woke up
I throw on my jeans, had get me some bucks
He askin' me shit, but I start actin’ dumb
That boy, he be swag-jackin', he my son
Sticks, every n***a got guns (Sticks, baow)
That what you say (That's what you say)
This Lil Boof Day (Boof Day)
Don’t come in this crib, I'm like "who is they?" (Yah)
Don't pick up the phone, I'm like "who is they?"
I run up the trap on a Monday (Monday)
Yeah, I don't fuck wit' my hundreds (Hundreds)
[?] you know we start gunnin' (Gunnin')
I got the spot, on a hunnid (What?)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, told that boy "stay in his lane" (Lane)
I’m not a nice guy, Curtis Payne (Yeah)
If you not in your bag, you should be ashamed
I ain’t gon' sweat, lil n***a, you playin’
You ain't gon' play wit' me, you a stain
I’m high as fuck, I could sleep on the plane
Bitch so wet, we can fuck at her place
Couldn't come down when I'm up, outer space
I'm gonna cash out 'til next day
Nope, n***a, you cannot hang (Nope, nope)
We at the spot, n***a, paint her face
And it's my birthday, n***a, pray
I hit a lick, n***a, wit' yo' bae
I get this loser out the way (Yeah)
You got problems, my shooter get a K (Brrr, Yeah)
(My shooter get a K)
(Yeah, shoot at yo' face)
[Chorus]
Whoa (Whoa)
Whoa
What (What)
Hmm
Just woke up
I throw on my jeans, had get me some bucks
He askin' me shit, but I start actin' dumb
That boy, he be swag-jackin', he my son
Sticks, every n***a got guns (Sticks, baow)
That what you say (That's what you say)
This Lil Boof Day (Boof Day)
Don't come in this crib, I'm like "who is they?" (Yah)
Don't pick up the phone, I'm like "who is they?"
I run up the trap on a Monday (Monday)
Yeah, I don't fuck wit' my hundreds (Hundreds)
[?] you know we start gunnin' (Gunnin')
I got the spot, on a hunnid (What?)

[Verse 2]
Been on it
N***a, I been on it (Been, what?)
I'm in the trap every day, they [?] (Yeah)
Fuck all the opps, n***a, I spit on 'em (Yeah)
I just be dolo, [?]
You ain't even know, boy, where my n***as is (Yuh)
You see a Glock, lil n***a, you teddy bear
You can get popped, 'cuz we got confetti here
No, he not showin' love, he tryna hurt me
I remember when these hoes oughta curve me (Yeah)
Shout out my mama, n***a, when that birth be (Birth be)
He wanna go against me, do him dirty (Dirty)
[?] home, n***a, had to serve (Serve)
I got a thirty round and it's perfect (Yeah)
I got a big gun, like it's Purge (Big gun)
You get your money back, on the first (First)
(Money back on the first)
[Chorus]
Whoa (Whoa)
Whoa
What (What)
Hmm
Just woke up
I throw on my jeans, had get me some bucks
He askin' me shit, but I start actin' dumb
That boy, he be swag-jackin', he my son
Sticks, every n***a got guns (Sticks, baow)
That what you say (That's what you say)
This Lil Boof Day (Boof Day)
Don't come in this crib, I'm like "who is they?" (Yah)
Don't pick up the phone, I'm like "who is they?"
I run up the trap on a Monday (Monday)
Yeah, I don't fuck wit' my hundreds (Hundreds)
[?] you know we start gunnin' (Gunnin')
I got the spot, on a hunnid (What?)
(Neiiburr, baby)