Booted up, booted up
Yeah, the homies on the run
If you ever say I'm done
Then I'm probably underground, in a box
Off that oxy she be really kinda fun
But I know she gettin' dumped
By the time I sober up
Yeah, I'm booted off the Jack
On that 737 I've been goin' across the map
And if it ain't about my business, I don't know why the f*ck you asked
Last time I worked a day job, had Promethazine in my flask
Every day, every month
I've been on the run, I do the dash on 'em quick
Baby, I don't fall in love, hit the gas, yeah I'm sick
Know a lot of times, they be tryna hold me down
Dumb motherf*ckers they can never lock me up
I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you
I had some money I wasted, too
(I could blame that on you)
Now I got the black car, pulling up
You wish I'd turn it around for you
But I'm too busy in the fast lane
Back then, I was with the squad
Thinkin' 'bout the way that it would happen
Now we got our money doing backflips
Flip that, oh I'm with that
Bad bitch gettin' whiplash, 'cause I whip fast, now I'm feelin'
Booted up, booted up
Yeah, the homies on the run
If you ever say I'm done
Then I'm probably underground, in a box
Off that oxy she be really kinda fun
But I know she gettin' dumped
By the time I sober up
Pain come, pain go
I'm sippin' in the Range Rover
Might marry a stripper, Hangover
Won't let her in this bankroll
I know this game could be cutthroat
But I always keep the blade, so
Never lackin', for none of you bitches
That wanna come and take from him
Hollywood hoes
Going live, on the camera, in the studio
I'm sippin' right this pineapple Fanta turnin' purple
Winner's circle
Dusty boy, that's the gang, you gonn' learn from, yeah
I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you
I had some money I wasted, too
(I could blame that on you)
Now I got the black car, pulling up
You wish I'd turn it around for you
But I'm too busy in the fast lane
(I'm too busy in the fast lane)
Booted up, booted up
Got some homies in the cut
If I ain't there with a gun, motherf*cker I still be pullin' up
On these motherf*ckers
Off the drugs, feeling numb
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Booted up, booted up
Yeah, the homies on the run
If you ever say I'm done
Then I'm probably underground, in a box
Off that oxy she be really kinda fun
But I know she gettin' dumped
By the time I sober up
Yeah, I'm booted off the Jack
On that 737 I've been goin' across the map
And if it ain't about my business, I don't know why the f*ck you asked
Last time I worked a day job, had Promethazine in my flask
Every day, every month
I've been on the run, I do the dash on 'em quick
Baby, I don't fall in love, hit the gas, yeah I'm sick
Know a lot of times, they be tryna hold me down
Dumb motherf*ckers they can never lock me up
I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you
I had some money I wasted, too
(I could blame that on you)
Now I got the black car, pulling up
You wish I'd turn it around for you
But I'm too busy in the fast lane
Back then, I was with the squad
Thinkin' 'bout the way that it would happen
Now we got our money doing backflips
Flip that, oh I'm with that
Bad bitch gettin' whiplash, 'cause I whip fast, now I'm feelin'
Booted up, booted up
Yeah, the homies on the run
If you ever say I'm done
Then I'm probably underground, in a box
Off that oxy she be really kinda fun
But I know she gettin' dumped
By the time I sober up
Pain come, pain go
I'm sippin' in the Range Rover
Might marry a stripper, Hangover
Won't let her in this bankroll
I know this game could be cutthroat
But I always keep the blade, so
Never lackin', for none of you bitches
That wanna come and take from him
Hollywood hoes
Going live, on the camera, in the studio
I'm sippin' right this pineapple Fanta turnin' purple
Winner's circle
Dusty boy, that's the gang, you gonn' learn from, yeah
I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you
I had some money I wasted, too
(I could blame that on you)
Now I got the black car, pulling up
You wish I'd turn it around for you
But I'm too busy in the fast lane
(I'm too busy in the fast lane)
Booted up, booted up
Got some homies in the cut
If I ain't there with a gun, motherf*cker I still be pullin' up
On these motherf*ckers
Off the drugs, feeling numb
Yeah, the homies on the run
If you ever say I'm done
Then I'm probably underground, in a box
Off that oxy she be really kinda fun
But I know she gettin' dumped
By the time I sober up
Yeah, I'm booted off the Jack
On that 737 I've been goin' across the map
And if it ain't about my business, I don't know why the f*ck you asked
Last time I worked a day job, had Promethazine in my flask
Every day, every month
I've been on the run, I do the dash on 'em quick
Baby, I don't fall in love, hit the gas, yeah I'm sick
Know a lot of times, they be tryna hold me down
Dumb motherf*ckers they can never lock me up
I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you
I had some money I wasted, too
(I could blame that on you)
Now I got the black car, pulling up
You wish I'd turn it around for you
But I'm too busy in the fast lane
Back then, I was with the squad
Thinkin' 'bout the way that it would happen
Now we got our money doing backflips
Flip that, oh I'm with that
Bad bitch gettin' whiplash, 'cause I whip fast, now I'm feelin'
Booted up, booted up
Yeah, the homies on the run
If you ever say I'm done
Then I'm probably underground, in a box
Off that oxy she be really kinda fun
But I know she gettin' dumped
By the time I sober up
Pain come, pain go
I'm sippin' in the Range Rover
Might marry a stripper, Hangover
Won't let her in this bankroll
I know this game could be cutthroat
But I always keep the blade, so
Never lackin', for none of you bitches
That wanna come and take from him
Hollywood hoes
Going live, on the camera, in the studio
I'm sippin' right this pineapple Fanta turnin' purple
Winner's circle
Dusty boy, that's the gang, you gonn' learn from, yeah
I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you
I had some money I wasted, too
(I could blame that on you)
Now I got the black car, pulling up
You wish I'd turn it around for you
But I'm too busy in the fast lane
(I'm too busy in the fast lane)
Booted up, booted up
Got some homies in the cut
If I ain't there with a gun, motherf*cker I still be pullin' up
On these motherf*ckers
Off the drugs, feeling numb
Writer: Salvatore Siciliano
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