[Verse: Rocaine]
The story about two crazy brothers
All they wanna do was count hundred after hundred
Crazy ass n***as killin', thought the shit was funny
Then a snitch came, then the game turned ugly
One of the brothers had a baby named "Boobie"
Diaper bag Gucci, everything Coogi
He was born a killer, think his first words was "Uzi"
This a real story, not no motherfuckin' movie
Boobie moved to the Hill, cause the feds got the brothers
Went to middle school, met a real motherfucker
Say "Anything wrong, then Boobie he'll bust you
He don't never tell a hoe shit, he don't trust em
He don't fuck with pussy ass n***as that be cuffin'"
Wanna be like pops and count that motherfuckin' money
So Boobie and his mans, came up with a mission
Robbed everything, even robbed a couple bitches
Age 17, the took him in for a pistol
Got out in 3 days with a pistol
Got another ham, Granny praying for her baby
That little n***a crazy, they say he like his daddy
Bro grabbed the lick for 80 Off rip you know he ready
He plan it out a couple days, so they don't do it messy
Dream Chaser like O-Melly, can't disappoint the brothers
Got married to his cutter, finger fuck without the rubber
I'm strapped just like a buckle, her daddy say he trouble
But he don't know the struggle, girl he ain't got no hustle
He workin' for the cracker, I'm chillin' with my feet up
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Bitch ain't run he had to cancel, needy ass hoe
They ain't throwing middle fingers up, they throwing up the 4
Had to go and change locations cause the peoples at the door
Why the people had to go? Watch who you call yo bro
Live with no fuckin' worries, millionaire's bible
And he got that Glock 23 like Ohio
Yo bitch be on my back like I'm on a motorcycle
Kill everybody, Boobie Meyers, n***a