Baby Loco - Boujee Bitch Lyrics

I ain't trippin, bitch, on him, I got hoes straight by the load
Why you playin' like I ain't no young lil' nigga? Bitch must be on dope
They just gettin' dark, I murk, I'm tellin' my dick straight in her throat
Ain't no goofin, but I damn sure treat a hoe straight like a joke

Sayin' to my shit, I'm catchin, nigga, execute shit with the rope
Nigga, cap, you can't name one nigga who got that B.L. flow
The bro slime, ain't no question, I'm gon' let him wipe your nose
Shit get wicked on my part, shit get slimy like a cold

Why the f*ck they act like they just know me? I don't know them folks
Fever it, bro, the judges twist out, he got bit, bro, down the road
They say, boy, stay down, you gon' be back, I'm tellin' my tellin' show
That's that good shit that they smoke, a rapper with a slug in my throat

If it's smoke, let me know, throw that ass, we pop up at doors
Take that money, don't give a f*ck with a hoe, tell my bitch, bye, you broke
Nigga dyin' behind them ditches, push it, boy, I thought you know
Bitch, we been ridin' round with switches, if you know that, then you know

Take a Uzi, bitch, and pop up, that's how I like my hoe
Yeah, I got it, if I ask you, bitch, I'm still gon' tell you no
You can't make get my heart, bitch, you gon' flop, now I don't feel so
Bitch, my blood, but when he textin, that shit gon' be lit on my soul

I ain't trippin, bitch, I don't help, I got hoes straight by the load
Why you playin' like I ain't no young lil' nigga? Bitch, must be on dope
Next bitch get in door, I got merch, I'm talkin' bout this straight in her throat
Ain't no goofy, but I dare to chill the hoe straight like a joke

Wait, chill the hoe straight like a joke
I'm talkin' bout this straight in her throat, nigga
Feel my blood, nigga, I'm rockin' down the road
Feel my blood, nigga, I'm rockin' down the road, nigga

Feel my blood, nigga