Boofed Out

[Chorus]
Boofed out shawty, yeah I don't know where I'm at
Boofed out shawty, yeah I don't know where I'm at
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
I got two phones shawty, hit my Motorola Samsung
Out the window with a choppa and a bad one
Grippin' on a pole and she counting' all my racks
Shawty I don't really know, whip the foreign and I'm gone

[Bridge]
Skrt skrt
I'ma count my racks
Hit It from the back
All my haters mad
'Cause they see me getting cash

[Verse]
*Bling*
Wake up in the mornin' and I count my guap (My guap)
Bands and the juuls, and 300 on a walk
Don't do lots of talkin' 'cause I can't fuck wit' a op
Hundred round drum, if I pull up then they drop
I don't wanna fuck, baby girl just give me top
Countin' all these bands, swear the hundreds never stop
I'm callin' your bitch, why you callin' on the cops
I just wanna lean and a xanny and a walk
Gas in my lungs
Mad as fuck, made me cough
He could talk on twitter but he won't pull up and drop
LV duffle on my lap, hold the strap
Boof pack strong, Louis bag hold the gas

[Chorus]
Boofed out shawty, yeah I don't know where I'm at
Boofed out shawty, yeah I don't know where I'm at (Yeah)
I got two phones shawty, hit my Motorola Samsung
Out the window with a choppa and a bad one
Grippin' on a pole and she counting' all my racks
Shawty I don't really know, with the foreign and I'm gone
I got two phones shawty, hit my Motorola Samsung
Out the window with a choppa and a bad one
Grippin' on a pole and she counting' all my racks
Shawty I don't really know, with the foreign and I'm gone
(Skrt, skrt)