Booyaka Shot

Booyaka Shot!

I walk in high, my eyes all red

Like I went around with Juan Manuel Marquez

These chicken ass with me beyond mess

And I'm hungover too, I woke up with a ball 'head

My momma said, "Red, who are you, a smoke addict?"

Replied, "Momma, better than a dope addict"

Rap and dope addict, the first mile

Like rabbit, you're gonna choke at it the way I vocab it

Split an L up, grab a bitch too

Drive around the gang area like shit's cool

Brag about your million views on YouTube

And tell her that nigga next to Jay-Z is you

'Cause I don't care who in the gym trying to swell up

I go postal out a UPS bell truck

Ring the bell, I'm like both of the derails

And my boy Nas can tell that I'm bad like the L's

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My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot

And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot

'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

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My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot

And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot

'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

Yo, I rode the blunt with trustees and cocaine

With acid, PCP, hash, and propane

Now I'm a live wire tryna revive the dime

To do a last episode of Soul Train

I got LeBron James game, LAX

With a pin, I'm untouchable, Elliot Ness

How heavy it gets? Well, if I go broke

I'll put on a mask without the gym cap or your fix

That's why I walk like it's a lot of hair on my chest

And rappers give me room like I marry a guest

Then I bully the bullies around the playground

Helping the kids, bringing the suicide rate down

I talk with the best hang with the less

They all get the same address

Fuck your feelings

If you judging me by a music, color, or race

You might find the banana clip very appealing

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot

My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot

And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot

'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot

My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot

And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot

'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

Yo, Red back on the BS

This feelin' like the 70s in the BX

I'm cool, work in this era, and it gets better

I'm like the W, I do it whenever, whenever

I'm in the G-Ride bumping dog pound

We louder than white kids having meltdowns

I told my psychiatrist I need help now

I go code red for all the cases of the Mike Browns

My mic sounds nice, don't it?

That's how it sounds when it sees it

Nigga throwing salt and pepper on it

And let a rude fan try to have a heckle moment

He better be insured, woken with that gecko on him

I'm devilish with a holy grail feel

Listening to me, you get a holy feel ear

40 cal in my homie wheelchair

So we don't need no prints when that homie Bel-Air

They say I'm a little old to be doing rap

I said that crap y'all doing, I ain't doing that

When the fans misguided, I rely on Dan Dupla, I blingada

Then I crack they piñata

Fuck boys never win, only G's up

I married the rap game without a prenup

I told a girl to get some edibles

She said, what's edible?

I said, eat a bowl of these nuts

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot

My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot

And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot

'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot

My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot

And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot

'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot

My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot