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gunna - boot up lyrics

kel, go crazy
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n+gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n+gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh+t, a cooler
these b+tches they love young guapo

smokin’ cookie gelato
100k at the condo
we f+ck these b+tches, make p+rnos
i ran it up, told them f+ck around
thumbin’ through hundreds, young man gunnin’
jewelry cold like the f+cking winter
but we’ve been getting money all summer
ho be strapped like a summer
young guapo can f+ck on your mama
it’s trafficking sh+t, little b+tch
yeah, we eat steak in the morning
pulling off, hear the engine running

this is straight a, so you hear it roaring
i gave me some weight when i was touring
these b+tches they out of style and they boring
rose gold with no rose bow
i gave her some molly, she lost control
i have my way and i’m popping my toes
smoking on zips, we pouring up fours
f+ck it, we f+ck it up, tear it up
we know these p+ssy n+ggas scared of us
i give a bankroll but ain’t got a trust
i got a draco and i swear i bust
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n+gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n+gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh+t, a cooler
sh+t on n+ggas and i sh+t on b+tches

they be dripping, leaking like a faucet
these pretty b+tches sound saucy
these racks can’t fit inside a wallet
i go to bank and i deposit
my dawg went off, i need some molly
i order ones and got a presi
we done met the stripper b+tches in the lobby
we gon’ have a private party
tell my brother come record it
foreign b+tches, they imported
show that p+ssy, make me throw it
i’m hearing voices, got me knowing

b+tch, you talking to a poet
you gon’ make a n+gga blow it
sh+t so much i need a toilet
i just made one call to loso
told him go pick up young guapo
i got a chief order nacho
he got a play for a taco
chop that sh+t up, call it chop+o
you taking personal, narcos
racks got me feeling like pablo
go to la and eat roscoe’s
the valentino, not polo
that ain’t no bar, that’s a barcode
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n+gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n+gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh+t, a cooler
the coupe bowlegged
shoot the chopper, now he all flared

so many bullets, think he unleaded
get you knocked off for a little fitted
chopper call them utensils
brick came with a stencil
pop a n+gga like a pimple
i k!ll your family, that’s simple
hundred thousand just to ship ’em
got the stars in the wraith
these f+ck n+ggas fake
i f+cked your main, you super late
tongue tied, come out great
forgis on the whip, jackson skating
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

i jumped out a wraith and said hey to my hater
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
bring it to you like a waiter
key cape, i’m a cater
hoe bigger than decatur
all my n+ggas, they with it
pocket, pocket, he’s a chicken
you know what i’m sipping
guapo tipsy
they say k!ll every n+gga with him
these n+ggas fishy
these n+ggas b+tches
on a mission trying to get plenty
cutting down chickens in the kitchen
money counter for the benches
put jimmy choo on, i chew when i boot up
it’s a drop top, but i still let the roof up
n+gga hop out, might be rocking medusa
n+gga got popped because i ride with some shooters
i came out the south, but i ain’t nothing like luda
they say i have rifles and glocks and some rugers
i know some locs, there’s some blood that’ll do you
look at my neck and my wrist, sh+t, a cooler

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