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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Undefeated Lyrics
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M-m-m-murda
Yeah, yeah

I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
I'm like, "Can I get some company?"
I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
Like can I get some company
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Damn I'm really, damn I'm really
Yeah, yeah

Am I really undefeated?
It's like I got the secret stuff but I don't ever need it, yeah
You flexing 'cause you wanna be me
I'm flexing on these niggas for a better reason, yeah, yeah
F*ck it, I guess they will never understand that
Rollie iced out, timeless for the hashtag
I get mad bread, f*ck a damn fed
If he tell that's a man down, leave that man dead
I'm just saying, I ain't playing around
I ain't playing fair
I don't care, f*ck a one-on-one
Ain't no hands here
Now they call me evil
Laughing at these niggas with a desert eagle, yeah

I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
I'm like, "Can I get some company?"
I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
Like can I get some company
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Damn I'm really, damn I'm really
Yeah, yeah

I just catch another beat
Riding in a Hellcat
Ain't no catching up to me
This is not a 458, this a GTV
Maybach came with a little TV
Headshots, f*ck feet
Bitch I got more bodies than a general in Vietnam
F*ck your nigga he a bum
A script was picking up the chroms
Hunnids in my package you would think that I had beef with one
F*ck her like she Nia Long
Yeah my clip long, f*cking up my hip bone
Steve stevin' ass nigga, now your bitch gone
I just whipped a quarter brick and now my wrist gone
I'm A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie 'til the clip gone
L.A. sociate get you whacked off a flip phone
Zone 6 niggas love sending hits home
Bodies catching up to me but I'm too rich for 'em

I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
I'm like, "Can I get some company?"
I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
Like can I get some company
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Damn I'm really, damn I'm really
Yeah, yeah
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M-m-m-murda
Yeah, yeah

I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
I'm like, "Can I get some company?"
I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
Like can I get some company
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Damn I'm really, damn I'm really
Yeah, yeah

Am I really undefeated?
It's like I got the secret stuff but I don't ever need it, yeah
You flexing 'cause you wanna be me
I'm flexing on these niggas for a better reason, yeah, yeah
F*ck it, I guess they will never understand that
Rollie iced out, timeless for the hashtag
I get mad bread, f*ck a damn fed
If he tell that's a man down, leave that man dead
I'm just saying, I ain't playing around
I ain't playing fair
I don't care, f*ck a one-on-one
Ain't no hands here
Now they call me evil
Laughing at these niggas with a desert eagle, yeah

I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
I'm like, "Can I get some company?"
I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
Like can I get some company
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Damn I'm really, damn I'm really
Yeah, yeah

I just catch another beat
Riding in a Hellcat
Ain't no catching up to me
This is not a 458, this a GTV
Maybach came with a little TV
Headshots, f*ck feet
Bitch I got more bodies than a general in Vietnam
F*ck your nigga he a bum
A script was picking up the chroms
Hunnids in my package you would think that I had beef with one
F*ck her like she Nia Long
Yeah my clip long, f*cking up my hip bone
Steve stevin' ass nigga, now your bitch gone
I just whipped a quarter brick and now my wrist gone
I'm A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie 'til the clip gone
L.A. sociate get you whacked off a flip phone
Zone 6 niggas love sending hits home
Bodies catching up to me but I'm too rich for 'em

I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
I'm like, "Can I get some company?"
I'm like, "Damn I'm really undefeated"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's catching up to me
Nobody's catching up to me
Like can I get some company
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like damn I'm really undefeated
Damn I'm really, damn I'm really
Yeah, yeah
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Shane Lindstrom
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