Weirdos

[Chorus: Na Boogz]
These niggas weirdos
And they cuffin' thots when we share those
Balmain jeans, eight pair of those
Came home, spent fifty, I don't care holmes
Weirdos, these niggas weirdos
Keep the forty and the TEC with the airholes
Weirdos, these niggas weirdos
I blow a hundred hundreds trickin' on these damn hoes

[Verse 1: Na Boogz]
I just touched down, I'm in the endzone
This ain't the end zone, this the begin home
Free all the guys that's in the pen dome
And if I ain't get knocked I woulda been on
Time flew, now look what prime do
They lock you in the cell with your confined crew
They have you thinkin' who gon' rat and who gon' ride through
Until that pressure hit the point and they gon' slime you
Slime who? not Boogaloo
All rats gotta die, they got swine flu
That ain't they way they live, let me remind you
And you fuckin' with the opps so you gon' die too
Weirdo, you day room nigga
And I been gettin' money, ask my nigga jigga
MCU'll count about, mmm, six figures
Twenty K up on the chain, boy them diamonds glitter
Givenchy tee, Saint Laurent sneaks
Hopped out the Bent to them double-R seats
When I'm sliding through my city bet I'm with the freaks
You know I keep my dogs with me so I gotta keep a leash
Swag, then I dab on that ass
I probably hit the teller than count cash on that ass
I probably bag your bitch, make her sell ass for some cash
And I probably hit the strip and hit Luol and smoke some gas

[Chorus: Na Boogz]
These niggas weirdos
And they cuffin' thots when we share those
Balmain jeans, eight pair of those
Came home, spent fifty, I don't care holmes
Weirdos, these niggas weirdos
Keep the forty and the TEC with the airholes
Weirdos, these niggas weirdos
I blow a hundred hundreds trickin' on these damn hoes

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Listen, these cold streets was harder than I thought
If you wanna go to war I hope your army got a fort
I'm conversing with OGs that hardly ever talk
He sittin' on bricks but he started on the porch
Dodging every court date, homie still knocking off weight
Said he just need a short break, relax and get his thoughts straight
Feel like he been in hell so long that he lost faith
Gettin' money city to city, he on his fourth state
Of course hate come around when they feel like you run the town
Great work just make the competition bring them numbers down
They probably wanna gun him down, jack boys hunting now
Chopper with a hundred rounds, bloody how they want him found
But he kept a crew of niggas that'll catch wreck
So he just ignored all the rumors and the death threats
Shit he just surprised he ain't really get left yet
Dodged a raid set up by a fiend that he just met

[Chorus: Na Boogz]
These niggas weirdos
And they cuffin' thots when we share those
Balmain jeans, eight pair of those
Came home, spent fifty, I don't care holmes
Weirdos, these niggas weirdos
Keep the forty and the TEC with the airholes
Weirdos, these niggas weirdos
I blow a hundred hundreds trickin' on these damn hoes