[Intro]
Fuck that
Na na, boo boo
I fucked your bitch and you didn't
Na na na, boo boo (Yung Shad, you killed this track)
I’m brazy like that, big Glock, bitch

[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my n***a bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin’ up, so n***a, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like

[Verse 1]
Na na na, boo boo
Fuck you, bitch, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Bitch, na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with True Religion, that is all for you
No, lil' bitch, that's all for you
Ferragamo on my mink, hmm
I don't wanna fuck that lil' bitch, I don't drink
I'ma tell that lil’ pussy that stink, stink
Tell that lil’ bitch that her pussy, it stink
Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink
Sippin’ on Henny, you know that I think
I'm proud of my n***as, yeah, tryna peak
Shoot that lil' bitch, and I bet I won't blink
Shoot that lil’ bitch with my eyes wide open
Fuck n***a say he want a feature for five hundred, what the hell you smokin'?
Tell me what the fuck, you jokin'?
Ha, hehe, hahaha, ha
Hehe, hahaha
Pull up on a n***a like blah blah
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my n***a bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so n***a, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like

[Verse 2]
And she just told me that she really love the way we swaggin'
Forty on my neck, and I ain't even fuckin' braggin'
Ten bands on a n***a wrist and I spent it
Sold it for like thirty-five hundred, my pendant
I don't wanna fuck the bitch because I heard she ugly
Shorty wanna fuck me, but I know the pussy musty
I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy dusty
That chopper gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you
On Blood gang, yeah, suwoop
Gang with us, I can't feel you
But I fuck with Crips
Free motherfuckin' Bree, yeah, he trippin'
Yeah, he trippin'
But my n***a Crippin'
And my n***a bummin' hoes
Ten hundred bond, that ain't nothing
[Chorus]
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choos
Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
Big Glock, and it's pointed at you
And my n***a bang suwoop
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
We all up in G5
Turnin' up, so n***a, screw you
Na na na, boo boo
Na na na, boo boo
He thought it was cocaine
But I finessed him with the flour like