The Boog Show - Fences Lyrics

I gotta pay me a maid soon as I'm rich got tired of washing dishes
Most of these niggas be fake quarantine and I'm keeping my distance
I let her stay at my place kick me the boa don't want hugs and kisses
12 interrupted our smoke session do the dash and we hop over fences

I put my momma through so much pain until the day she couldn't take it
We had to go our separate ways but momma you know ima make it
You calling my phone but I'm letting it ring cant let you see my eyes lazy
You ain't know that I smoke I ain't seen you a while gone break your heart but I be facing

I pray for my momma
I do all the shit that you ain't want me to
It just comes when you stuck at the bottom
I got a confession I have an obsession
I think I'm addicted to comas

Got here on my own
You ain't f*cking wit me
Then you niggas can leave when you wanna

I'm f*cking your bitch
Let her stay for tonight
Cuz I'm not gonna see her tomorrow

They wanna see me dead broke
They wishing on me
I still believe that there's hope
I'm counting this green
Since youngins, we toting a pole we out in these streets
And when its time for that war
We never retreat

Where he at last post was on Tuesday
Talking hot like he bout it then its doomsday
Man this tweed got me feeling real stupid
I'm up in the booth and I'm feeling real droopy

Since I was a younging was up on the block, not the park we rather play with techs
I got a couple of niggas I keep by my side who ain't never ever left

And that shit means the world
Cuz we live in a world where niggas stay for benefits
In the club witcho girl
Turning up to my music she knows all my sentences

And she feeling my verses
Tryna rub on my body
She f*cking for purses
I just made a new purchase
I'm too high on the hills and my phone got no service
I was constantly hurting
Need that new Audemars so I hopped in my burkin
In the stu bitch im working
I spit better off drugs nigga pass me the perkys

Man I don't got no time for no wack bitch
Thumbing through hunnits I make em do backflips
Don't do talking a silent assassin
Up in his yard and we ready to catch him

They wanna see me dead broke
They wishing on me
I still believe that there's hope
I'm counting this green
Since youngins, we toting a pole
We out in these streets
And when its time for that war
We never retreat

I gotta pay me a maid soon as I'm rich got tired of washing dishes
Most of these niggas be fake quarantine and I'm keeping my distance
I let her stay at my place kick me the boa don't want hugs and kisses
12 interrupted our smoke session do the dash and we hop over fences