Boogieboard lyrics

[Intro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
pus*y I could see yo' heart is beating through yo' shirt
The choppa bullets hit like dorsal, get to bleedin' through yo' shirt
f*ck 'round and body somethin' like a boogieboard, but I don't surf
Pull on his block, bullets hit his top, that boy hot like turf
Get to steppin' on 'em
Put a weapon on 'em like a curse
n*gga f*ckin' wit' me, put the desert on 'em, he dessert
I still ain't f*ckin' wit' no label 'til I get what I deserve
Boy, you be dumb as f*ck to not invest in me with all this work
Ayy, why he hatin' on me?
n*gga go get yo' numbers up
Lil' 'Yac jus' likе a rainy day, I f*ck the summer up
That boy don't got no car, I guess hе gon' be running up
Two FNs was fully loaded
40 shots to some it up
I got b*tches on my line that I don't wanna f*ck
Got b*tch that suck my di*k everytime I see her, she know I'm comin' up
That 50 hit his brain, he run up on me if he dumb enough
I'm somethin' like eatin' too much food and drankin' how I'm comin' up
Old b*tch ass n*gga
He's a ho forreal
Ask 'em where he from, he say the block 'cause he don't know forreal
Glock go underneath the seat like Oprah show, you know the deal
Pop a n*gga, stand over 'em and pop again, that's overkill
Shots up out the AMP
762 make his body hop up out the AMG
n*ggas telling stories, I be watchin' like the AMC
My b*tch off ENJ, I'm off a J, and I be taking E
Like why the f*ck these n*ggas in my face?
I thought you hated me
Play wit' yo' b*tch, and you could play my sh*t, but please don't play with me
Two pistols on the dresser when I leave, which one I take with me?
The devil in my head 'cause he know all his secrets safe with me
Devil on me
Thought I had the green light, that b*tch went yellow on me
Keep away from n*ggas I think might be telling on me
Couple n*ggas, couple b*tches that got jealous on me
Metal on me, hit 'em up if he try bailin' on me
[Outro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it