Boot Up 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 pornos
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 pus*y 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 pus*y, 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 kill 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 kill 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