Boot Up

[Intro]
You know?
Niggas dumb, like
I've been on my brain 'cause I'm real right
Ayo, dumb bitch, look (You know what the fuck going on)

[Chorus]
I told 'em, "I don't think" (At all), "I like to paint" (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with Dracs (Come on)
Kel-Tec, Glock, and K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the bity back stuck on boot (Come on)
Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first to knock out his tooth
I'm throwing up my set all in the club like, "Fuck a booth" (Blaow)
These Jitterbugs the truth, ayy, they kill for me
Put a nigga in a seat, I’m talking 'bout a killing spree
Bullets stinging, I'll strike you, uh-huh, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white, no referee
All them crackers Deadly O, tryna indict him soon as he free (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I promise when he die, I'm getting a shirt say R.I.P.
I told 'em, "I don't think, I like to paint"
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with Dracs
Kel-Tec, Glock, and K
KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the bity back stuck on boot
Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first to knock out his tooth
I'm throwing up my set all in the club like, "Fuck a booth"
These Jitterbugs the truth, ayy, they kill for me
Put a nigga in a seat, I'm talking 'bout a killing spree
Bullets stinging, I'll strike you, ayy, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white, no referee
All them crackers Deadly O, tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I'm getting a shirt say R.I.P.

[Verse 1]
I'm finna paint the world red, so picture this
Curtains in my Phantom Wraith, swagging on the bitch
Cutter, then a dagger, I've been jacking with my clique
Forty got a dildo, this bitch came with a dick
Trey 8 got a long nose, like slanging the stick
I've been with the shits since my diaper stuffed with it
Dad ain't step up to the plate, nah, ain't raise a jit
I got one on the way, so gotta take care of it
'Cause I was born a hot dawg, I wasn't scared
Put bullets in the wind, 'fore a diss song, send a hit
They don't rock, no, not at all, gon' miss the kids
Keep making all them songs, but I be everywhere with it
I told my dawgs, "We moving on from the older, watch what we saying"
"We gon' hit the road, rock shows, fuck hoes, and set some trends"
Trey 80 got my back in life, we thugging till the end
He gon' rock and roger that, peep the vibe when shit begin

[Chorus]
But I done told 'em, "I don't think, I like to paint"
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with Dracs
Kel-Tec, Glock, and K
KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the bity back stuck on boot
Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first to knock out his tooth
I'm throwing up my set all in the club like, "Fuck a booth"
These Jitterbugs the truth, ayy, they kill for me
Put a nigga in a seat, I'm talking 'bout a killing spree
Bullets stinging, I'll strike you, uh-huh, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white, no referee
All them crackers Deadly O, tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I'm getting a shirt say R.I.P.
I told 'em, "I don't think, I like to paint"
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with Dracs
Kel-Tec, Glock, and K
KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the bity back stuck on boot
Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first to knock out his tooth
I'm throwing up my set all in the club like, "Fuck a booth"
These Jitterbugs the truth, ayy, they kill for me
Put a nigga in a seat, I'm talking 'bout a killing spree
Bullets stinging, I'll strike you, ayy, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white, no referee
All them crackers Deadly O, tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I'm getting a shirt say R.I.P.

[Verse 2]
Thoughts of where I went wrong or where they say I did
I'm blacker than the average tone, so what? 'Cause I just know I'm is
They think that the youngin dykes the way they brought them straps in here
I stay rolling 'round with a pipe, it's part of what I wear
Ayy, you gon' die tonight, bet your life, go on and gamble with it
It's a new era, all you old niggas take a listen
It's a Moncler with VVS's hitting when I'm grilling
Pole tryna peep, wanna leak like a faucet filling
Nina tryna squirt, I'ma fuck her 'til that bitch peel it
We gon' put in work, burn the bitch like some damn skillet
Posted on your turf, your stomping ground
Everything I'm holding, bet it ain't no less than thirty rounds
She said, "G9, your crew's too extra", gave that ho the run-around
I'm that nigga in the bity, kept the same niggas round
All these jits with me been thugging since a jit, we some Mercy babies
I'm so AFNF, that other shit fugazi
Strapped up all my niggas like Iraq, but better, we the Navy
I've been earned my stripes like lil' Tigger tiger, what you name it? (Whatever the fuck his name is)
Now it's time to shit on all you niggas, get the picture painted
My lil' niggas been retarded with that heavy metal stainless
I provide the ammunition, tell 'em where we'll go and paint it
Five slide Expedition, right turn view, ain't thinking

[Chorus]
I told 'em, "I don't think, I like to paint"
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with Dracs
Kel-Tec, Glock, and K
KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the bity back stuck on boot
Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first to knock out his tooth
I'm throwing up my set all in the club like, "Fuck a booth"
These Jitterbugs the truth, ayy, they kill for me
Put a nigga in a seat, I'm talking 'bout a killing spree
Bullets stinging, I'll strike you, uh-huh, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white, no referee
All them crackers Deadly O, tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I'm getting a shirt say R.I.P.
I told 'em, "I don't think, I like to paint"
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with Dracs
Kel-Tec, Glock, and K
KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the bity back stuck on boot
Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first to knock out his tooth
I'm throwing up my set all in the club like, "Fuck a booth"
These Jitterbugs the truth, ayy, they kill for me
Put a nigga in a seat, I'm talking 'bout a killing spree
Bullets stinging, I'll strike you, ayy, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white, no referee
All them crackers Deadly O, tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I'm getting a shirt say R.I.P.