Bo Cruz

[Intro]
Huh, what the hell?
How?
(It's Hokatiwi)
Haha
What the hell?

[Chorus]
Feel it in the air like beanie
Rich teenager, never had a martini
She could make a dick dissapear, Houdini
Bitches look at B and get to strippin' to a 'kini
You the type to, uh, damn (What?)
You the type to eat a hotdog, no bun, straight weenie
I'm the type to make a bitch wish to a genie
Five star faded, eatin' shrimp, linguine

[Verse 1]
Five star faded, entrées keep comin'
Talkin' to myself, get the pape', keep thumbin'
Pay a couple racks, pop up, Brez summon
Faded in thе booth, fuck around, start hummin' (Hm), huh
Fuck around, start crumpin'
Faded with your bitch, fuck around and start humpin'
Beatin' up the pussy, soundin' likе a car bumpin'
Brodie got a knife but he ain't ever car pokin'
I don't start nothin', no
I don't start shit but I finish in your bitch face
Old as hell and you can't up a ten, you a disgrace
Shawty touchin' on me, you would think that somethin' misplaced
Back then, I was really broke, got a big brace
Bro mad, takin' shit for real like a kid's race
Been him, took a couple Os in sixth grade
Eyes low, givin' out the game like a sensei (What the hell?)

[Chorus]
Feel it in the air like beanie
Rich teenager, never had a martini
She could make a dick dissapear, Houdini
Bitches look at B and get to strippin' to a 'kini
You the type to, uh, damn (What?)
You the type to eat a hotdog, no bun, straight weenie
I'm the type to make a bitch wish to a genie
Five star faded, eatin' shrimp, linguine

[Verse 2]
Faded rockin' fly shit, everything new
Gave your bitch a zip and told her roll me up a few
Hotboxin' in the winter, ain't no smokin' in the stu'
Top floor of the penthouse, I'm smokin' with a view
I'm like who in the fuck would fuck with me?
Lot of fast money, rain it up abruptly
Lickin' on me like a blunt, she stuck with me
Had to put the Backwoods down, they yuck to me
Loose leaf, slapwood, best out of both worlds
Your shit suck, when I hear it, make my toes curl
Splurgin' on sweatshirt, I don't know Earl
I don't gotta dance, up a knot, make a ho twirl
Up a knot, won't believe what a ho do
Ballin' hard, drippin' overseas like I'm Bo Cruz
Shout out Quan, pushin' keys on her pro tools
I've been workin' hard, I ain't SZA, ho, I don't snooze

[Outro]
I don't snooze
Yeah, I've been workin' hard, I ain't SZA, I don't-, yeah
Bitch, I ain't SZA, I don't snooze, haha
Ballin' overseas like I'm Bo Cruz
But I ain't even overseas but my clothes are from overseas
Ha