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chriss boo - posted lyrics

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[ hook ]

( aye ) keep me posted , i do sh-t and i n-ggas talk about it like a talk show but it ain’t conan

we in ya crib like the door opened , you ain’t stepping on us

smack a n-gga wit a gl-ss bottle till his head buss

i keep hopping outta beamer trucks

tried hidin and then you run into us

everyday i had wore trap clothes now the cash coming i could switch it up

n-ggas call my phone w broke vibes i could feel it comin when i pick it up

barely had it as a teenager , if it fall out i could pick it up

[ verse 1 ]

we ain’t f-ckin w you , i ain’t even tryna wait , can n-ggas get paid ?

shout outs the twins , n-ggas had us chasin ops they block running round crazy

we rob grown men not ladies , i had it setup you baited

we ain’t gone let up , till we make it , you wanna play games let’s play it

i always agree wit myself , top slide i ain’t screaming for help

it was always us we ain’t neva need help , f-ck the light tell em meet me h-ll

i need some sp-ce , this henny got me on face but these money make sure i’m a wake

and i feel when the school bus as soon as it kick in i gotta stay active i’m not tryna bait

kam got the bank , i got some cash in my pockets but most of it stay in a safe

( w-ssup w you n-ggas ? ) w-ssup you fluzzy -ss n-ggas it’s time that i separate ( word )

i grew up w trapstars that turnt up the city and we be linkin up everyday

you was somewhere takin orders by someone who sellin names

[ hook ]

( aye ) like keep me posted , i do sh-t and i n-ggas talk about it like a talk show but it ain’t conan

we in ya crib like the door opened , you ain’t stepping on us

smack a n-gga wit a gl-ss bottle till his head buss

d-mn n-gga i keep hopping outta beamer trucks

tried hidin and then you run into us

everyday i had wore trap clothes now the cash coming i could switch it up

n-ggas call my phone w broke vibes i could feel it comin for i pick it up

barely had it as a teenager , if sh-t fall out i could pick it up
[ verse 2 ]

we don’t .. f-ck around , you wanna play move the f-ck around

finesse family chains finna bus em down , i leave new york and then i f-ck up another town

i kno for sure , richie gunna pull up on me , i drink henny i get high w my homies

how a n-gga want my head and they 40 , i ain’t scared i kno they makin up stories

henny the cup i ain’t into the dusse , i get money in my racers usin

i grew up cut throat f-ckkk you sayin , foreign and slim and feds that’s a new pain

is you gone sleep about it or is you gone get right ?

i been up 5 days , this is 6th night

[ hook ]

( aye ) like keep me posted , i do sh-t and i n-ggas talk about it like a talk show but it ain’t conan

we in ya crib like the door opened , you ain’t stepping on us

smack a n-gga wit a gl-ss bottle till his head buss

d-mn n-gga i keep hopping outta beamer trucks

tried hidin and then you run into us

everyday i had wore trap clothes now the cash coming i could switch it up

n-ggas call my phone w broke vibes i could feel it comin for i pick it up

barely had it as a teenager , if sh-t fall out i could pick it up

- chriss boo lyrics

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