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boot up - gunna lyrics

kel, go crazy
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n*gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n*gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh*t, a cooler
these b*tches they love young guapo

smokin’ cookie gelato
100k at the condo
we f*ck these b*tches, make p*rnos
i ran it up, told them f*ck around
thumbin’ through hundreds, young man gunnin’
jewelry cold like the f*cking winter
but we’ve been getting money all summer
ho be strapped like a summer
young guapo can f*ck on your mama
it’s trafficking sh*t, little b*tch
yeah, we eat steak in the morning
pulling off, hear the engine running

this is straight a, so you hear it roaring
i gave me some weight when i was touring
these b*tches they out of style and they boring
rose gold with no rose bow
i gave her some molly, she lost control
i have my way and i’m popping my toes
smoking on zips, we pouring up fours
f*ck it, we f*ck it up, tear it up
we know these p*ssy n*ggas scared of us
i give a bankroll but ain’t got a trust
i got a draco and i swear i bust
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n*gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n*gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh*t, a cooler
sh*t on n*ggas and i sh*t on b*tches

they be dripping, leaking like a faucet
these pretty b*tches sound saucy
these racks can’t fit inside a wallet
i go to bank and i deposit
my dawg went off, i need some molly
i order ones and got a presi
we done met the stripper b*tches in the lobby
we gon’ have a private party
tell my brother come record it
foreign b*tches, they imported
show that p*ssy, make me throw it
i’m hearing voices, got me knowing

b*tch, you talking to a poet
you gon’ make a n*gga blow it
sh*t so much i need a toilet
i just made one call to loso
told him go pick up young guapo
i got a chief order nacho
he got a play for a taco
chop that sh*t up, call it chop*o
you taking personal, narcos
racks got me feeling like pablo
go to la and eat roscoe’s
the valentino, not polo
that ain’t no bar, that’s a barcode
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n*gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n*gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh*t, a cooler
the coupe bowlegged
shoot the chopper, now he all flared

so many bullets, think he unleaded
get you knocked off for a little fitted
chopper call them utensils
brick came with a stencil
pop a n*gga like a pimple
i k!ll your family, that’s simple
hundred thousand just to ship ’em
got the stars in the wraith
these f*ck n*ggas fake
i f*cked your main, you super late
tongue tied, come out great
forgis on the whip, jackson skating
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

i jumped out a wraith and said hey to my hater
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
bring it to you like a waiter
key cape, i’m a cater
hoe bigger than decatur
all my n*ggas, they with it
pocket, pocket, he’s a chicken
you know what i’m sipping
guapo tipsy
they say k!ll every n*gga with him
these n*ggas fishy
these n*ggas b*tches
on a mission trying to get plenty
cutting down chickens in the kitchen
money counter for the benches
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n*gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n*gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh*t, a cooler

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