[Intro]
I came to the conclusion that
A lot of y'all n***as just be talking just to talk
But you see where I'm from
I mean
We do shit a little different
A Boogie Wassup!!

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
You can tell me this and you can tell me that
But I don't give a fuck and n***a that's a fact
'Cause the fakest n***as say the realest shit
Then the realest n***as say it after that
And now I'm running down with some black sweats
A black hoodie and some black boots
A ski mask with a hat that match
So that's black on black on black on black on black on black
And bitch I'm running down
Matter fact I used to fuck with n***as that go back to back on me in situations
Like if I get hit up then my n***as quick to let that MAC attack
And now I'm going down
'Cause where I'm from you either clap the ratchet or the ratchet clap at n***as that be actin'
Better have it on you 'cause I got it on me I ain't havin' that
And when I come around
I ain't playing no games with them
Fuck a PlayStation 2 K's hit 'em
If he call 12 let the gauge hit him (Let the gauge hit him)
If you catch me riding shotgun that mean I got one
Ain't no competition fuck 5,4,3,2 bitch I'm top 1
I be with a couple n***as from the city
Yeah them n***as gritty
Pockets lookin' kinda Puffy
Call me Diddy 10's,20's and 100's 50's
I need everything even 1's and pennies
I need Meagan Good to let me suck her titties
I need OVO to sign me for a milli
N***as need to know that they ain't fucking with me
If you looking for me you can come and get me I'll be waitin'
[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, That's word to my F yo I ride for this shit (I ride for this shit)
Them n***as I rode with they ride for they shit (They ride for they shit)
Them n***as I roll with is trying to get rich, when we rich
Pull up on every bitch that ever fronted when we ain't have money
Now I ain't got time for this shit
Ladder on me like I'm climbing and shit
In my bag like I'm shopping and shit
Blood with me like he poppin and shit
Batman with me like we Robin and shit
Zip 'em up like I'm bodyin shit
Gloves on like we boxing and shit
Fuck it tho I ain't got time for this shit

[Verse 2: King Ceazar]
(Yeah, yeah)
What would you do if I passed the assist
Most of my life we can't manage this shit
Tryna be a preacher and a pastor and shit
Wonder when I die what happens after this shit
I got into a fight and had a box cutter try to leave a n***a like a pizzeria
It was 12 AM and everybody sleepin' now I'm in the crib doin' Santeria
'Cuz I need them Benjamins
Look to the people, tell David let him in (At Night!)
The rockers of ganja (Oooh)
We got the shit that be breaking the glass like it's opera
Tats on my skin the ink it was there
But I love the fucking pain n***a
Smoking so much weed a n***a can't even see think I'm fucking going insane n***a
Addicted to paranoia (let's go)
This is a sign of creativity
Like I'm looking in the sky then I wonder why damn weed really hittin' me
Forget about the hate and the pain and most of all all the misery
And it's a mystery
To get the 4 kids and the dog to try to figure me lil' n***a
Stoic Stoic
[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & *King Ceazar*]
Yeah, That's word to my F yo I ride for this shit
(I ride for this shit)
*(Yeah, yeah)*
Them n***as I rode with they ride for they shit
(They ride for they shit)
*(Yeah, yeah)*
Them n***as I roll with is trying to get rich, when we rich
Pull up on every bitch that ever fronted when we ain't have money
Now I ain't got time for this shit
Ladder on me like I'm climbing and shit
In my bag like I'm shopping and shit
Blood with me like he poppin and shit
Batman with me like we Robin and shit
Zip 'em up like I'm bodyin shit
Gloves on like we boxing and shit
Fuck it tho I ain't got time for this shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
1090 'til my time go
Shoot on sight won't be no combo
Like Ibaka keep that 9 tho
Tony Parker, bitch I'm Rondo
I can't do no 9 to 5 no
Move that work just like I'm Alpo
I would never drop a dime tho
Put that on my n***a Quado
Fuck around and crack a shell I ain't talking snails treat a n***a like a lobster
If my n***a need that bail money I ain't got it then I'm playing cops and robbers
Put a n***a under
I ain't even fronting
N***a I ain't stutter I'll fucking pop ya
Only time you hear a stutter when that choppa bust and it go ba-ba-blocka
On some real shit wanna know when the last I fucking cried n***a?
After n***as killed my bro Quo they just left him in the store to die n***a
That's the reason why my n***as carry heats and always keep it on the side n***a
King Ceazar, Trippy Rell with my n***a Flair YFN those (ha!!)
[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & *King Ceazar*]
I ain't got time for this shit *(no, no)*
I don't even got time for my bitch *(no noo nooo noooo)*
YFN in this bitch
*Yeah yeah*
*Let's go*