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[intro: db.boutabag]
steppin’ in these road runners, and my
then you got somethin’ to do with it
n-ggas out here pillow talkin’ like i’m cool with it
slap sh-t‚ brother got that chop‚ he a fool with it
and they hold hundreds

[verse 1: db.boutabag]
you know who speakin’ on me‚ then you got somethin’ to do with it (got somethin’ to do with it)
n-ggas out here pillow talkin’ like i’m cool with it (why you sneakin’?)
slap sh-t, brother got that chop, he a fool with it (catch him naked)
slap sh-t‚ treat ’em like a b-tch how he do n-ggas (he’s a b-tch)
i’m boutabag and i ain’t worried ’bout no he-say (ayy)
she-say, catch me on some bread like a cheesecake (skrrt)
sloppy roll got a n-gga limpin’ with a knee ache (i’m limpin’)
gang sh-t, slide and double back like a replay (skrrt‚ skrrt, skrrt)
smirkish in the party p-ssin’ sticks like a relay (hold this)
slidin’, watch me do this dash on this freeway (skrrt, skrrt)
you lyin’, you never made ten on a weekday (you ain’t made ten)
yeah, i’m ’bout my chips, but i don’t work for frito-lay (talkin’ big bands)
talkin’ for the visual, i’ma pop out where your bro stay
that smirkish, you better listen what your bro say (better listen)
he barkin’, and baby threw it back like a thursday (she threw it back)
i enjoy west oakland, if i get paranoid, i start squeezin’ (i start squeezin’)
when i jump up on the mic, i think my soul leavin’ (i think my soul leavin’)
he got mad and made a rap, i know you n-ggas seen it (i know you n-ggas seen it)
black b-tch bust the d-ck like a n-gga sneezin’ (like a n-gga sneezin’)
b-tch, i’m boutabag, btk, it’s our season
yeah, i probably f-cked his b-tch, now a n-gga leavin’ (i ain’t even mean it)
ayy, big b’s, think a n-gga bleedin’ (i ain’t even, ooh)
yeah, i probably f-cked his b-tch, now that b-tch cheesin’ (i ain’t even, huh)
say you ’bout a bag on ig, but we are not the same (uh-uh)
baby that’s on dollars, i’m with drillers, they’ll never change
caught him at the function, he was talkin’, we was takin’ chains
i’m a dog, you a dog, b-tch, we great danes
i’m ’bout a bag, you a lame, you are not gang
my brother militant, keep two poles like he max payne
he really drillin’ sh-t, dunk on n-ggas like lebron james
40 in his pocket, comin’ off the hip like he max payne
comin’ off the hip like he max payne
did i mention? all black like he bruce wayne (skrrt, skrrt)
b-tches on me h-lla lame, givin’ h-lla brain
in the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin’ lanes (skrrt, skrrt)
uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, i do my thing (let me hear that?)
you see me steppin’ in these road runners (in these road runners)
and my n-ggas road runners and they hold hundreds (and they hold hundreds)
you see a chain on his neck, take his gold from him
catch a n-gga lackin’, see his body, sn-tch his soul from him (ayy)
in my bag, i be lookin’ like i stole from it (i be lookin’ like i stole from it)
p–p g grab the k, put a drum on it (put a drum on it)
only suck me if you tryna put your tongue on it
bounce up and down on that d-ck, baby, run on it

[interlude: db.boutabag]
did i mention? all black like he bruce wayne
b-tches on me h-lla lame, givin’ h-lla brain
in the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin’ lanes
uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, i do my thing
did i mention? all black like he bruce wayne
b-tches on me h-lla lame, givin’ h-lla brain
in the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin’ lanes
uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, i do my thing

[verse 2: #dre]
stick klan mobbin’, air you out like a hotbox
nine with a thirty, we tryna slop out this hot glock
water on mans, he cookin’ n-ggas like a crockpot
soak up his shirt, no water fights, leave the block hot
up all night, i’m searching bins for the next day
death rate climbing, leaving suckers on the front page
e-14 hot, i’m sendin’ b-tches to the next blade
period, she say she on that, but her neck ain’t
pressin’ up blanks, in the suite, ’bout to read and write
he said he owe me on the ‘gram, but we gon’ see tonight
in iraq with db, we got h-lla pipes
the one-of-ones green, we up in saks doin’ h-lla swipes
put you on ice for sayin’ names, better learn to fight
’cause in that cell, we get that kite, you rollin’ up tonight
we slidin’ back to back to back, we really on that hype
and i just cut a b-tch off ’cause she ain’t tryna drive
i’ma f-ck her bestie on the store run
my p.o. was mad, n0body answered when the door rung
speakin’ on me to a b-tch, but i’m the wrong one
that ain’t do sh-t but made your baby mama chose up and ho up
put me on the feature, bet it go up
i just got some chip cards, i’m finna go nuts
my last ‘site went crazy but it slowed up
strippin’ for the tooly, pop your homie, n-gga, so what?
fifty hundreds in my pocket, that’s a light roll
the way baby threw it back, i had to hold on
everybody talkin’ ’bout ’em, but i like hoes
catch me up in neimans doin’ fraud with some white hoes

- db boutabag

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