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[Intro]
Mm
Why you wanna take this X? (Phew)

[Chorus]
I just took a X, then I'm booted (Yeah)
Newest bitches suckin' dick, I record it (Yeah)
Said she wanna drink my kids, drink my fluids (Phew)
Over hitting on this, ah, diamonds coolin' (Coolin', X, ah)
Sold eight-balls of coke, used to pool it
I forgot I hate you, but you be stupid (Ack)
Rather go up by myself than have to deal with you being moody (Phew)

[Verse]
All my rackies go retarded, they go stupid (Smacky)
Y'all be shopping at Target, I'm at Dover Street Market (Market, yeah)
Poured a four of this Wock', so I can't go to sleep (Focus)
I be hurting everyday, I already bought a coffin (Yeah)
Yeah, all of my bitches bad, all of them poppin' (Yeah)
Need all my bitches rich, that's how I'm rockin' (Yeah)
I had a hundred bands at least before my options (Yeah, hey)
Fuck a deal, but I need somebody to answer my texts like me as often (Go)
I be too high to do this shit so I say the label to call me (Call me)
Triple Murakami my body, my flowers always fallin' (Oh yeah)
I really tatted the devil on, forget why he always stallin' (Oh yeah)
Call my twizzy up to make sure we good (Brr), make sure we always ballin' (Phew)
I don't take no time away, 'cause money (Brr), always callin' (Yeah)
Took a Tesla pill and I wait for my car (Skrrt), fine parking
Every single diamond flawless, the bitches slippin' on me (Slippy)
Skinny bitch got mac and cheese pussy, it's grippin' on me (Grippy)
Hold up, all my money tall, yours is small like a gnome
Like the middle of the fall, boy, they fallin' off at home (In they room)
Stimulus done came in, got 'em out they dome
Only fourteen-hundred in they bank account, they shoppin' at Chrome

[Chorus]
Why you wanna take this X? (Phew)
I just took a X, then I'm booted (Yeah)
Newest bitches suckin' dick, I record it (Yeah)
Said she wanna drink my kids, drink my fluids (Phew)
Over hitting on this, ah, diamonds coolin' (Coolin', X, ah)
Sold eight-balls of coke, used to pool it
I forgot I hate you, but you be stupid (Ack)
Rather go up by myself than have to deal with you being moody (Phew)

[Outro]
(All my rackies go retarded, they go stupid)
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About “Booted” by Yeat

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