boobie lootaveli - fema lyrics
[verse 1: b00bie lootaveli]
’52 pickup, sh-lls bouncin’ out the missile
if them bullets hit, you know your mama finna miss you
in the trap house, playing 2k with my migos
runnin’ through a brick like i’m shooting up a free throw
if you acting funny, i’ma press you like a cheat code
24 plates in the kitchen, going beast mode
twin glizzies jimmy timmy matchin’, you can meet both
dade county sh-t, i might serve you in a speedboat
i look like i’m fabio, i’l f-ck yo’ mamacita
i ain’t wanna have to do it, but you know i’m beaming
every time i crack a smile, i’m shining like the tv
every time i come around now, everybody freezing
you know b00bie blessed like you caught him f-cking sneezing
running up my bands yeah i’m tryna drop some libra
i been in the jungle hunting, running with the cheetahs
pull up in the hurricane, somebody call the fema
[chorus: b00bie lootaveli]
pull up in the hurricane, somebody call the fema (splash)
yoppa on me going 90, had to speed up (had to speed up)
choppa on me, that b-tch singing like aaliyah (now she singing)
.40 pokin’ out, i had no idea (no idea)
pull up in the hurricane, somebody call the fema (splash)
yoppa on me going 90, had to speed up (had to speed up)
choppa on me, that b-tch singing like aaliyah (now she singing)
.40 pokin’ out, i had no idea (no idea)
[verse 2: ramirez]
ain’t no hurricanes up in my hood
b-tch, we causin’ earthquakes
pull the .40 out my gucci bag and spray it like its mace
ho, don’t catch a case
you don’t really want no f-cking problems
keep the bundles in my louis duffle bag, better quickly off ’em
ducking dodging bullets in a ghetto way
my b-tch driving, sliding in the broke down bucket mane
i’m out the roof, nostrils filled up with cocaine
young montana pushing weight smoking propane
now take a minute, ‘fore you run your mouth and say some sh-t
i got some migos in the truck out with extended clips
they don’t move unless i tell them, so take caution, b-tch
from sinaloa to miami, boy, we stay equipped
[chorus: b00bie lootaveli]
pull up in the hurricane, somebody call the fema (splash)
yoppa on me going 90, had to speed up (had to speed up)
choppa on me, that b-tch singing like aaliyah (now she singing)
.40 pokin’ out, i had no idea (no idea)
pull up in the hurricane, somebody call the fema (splash)
yoppa on me going 90, had to speed up (had to speed up)
choppa on me, that b-tch singing like aaliyah (now she singing)
.40 pokin’ out, i had no idea (no idea)
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