Na Na Na Boo Boo

Fuck that, na na, boo boo I fucked your bitch and you didn't Na na na, boo boo (Yung Shad, you killed this track) I'm brazy like that, big Glock, bitch Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choos, Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Big Glock, and it's pointed at you, and my nigga bang suwoop Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo We all up in G5, turnin' up, so nigga, screw you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo He thought it was cocaine, but I finessed him with the flour like Na na na, boo boo Fuck you, bitch, screw you Na na na, boo boo Bitch, na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choo Giuseppe, we don't fuck with True Religion, that is all for you No, lil' bitch, that's all for you Ferragamo on my mink, mm I don't wanna fuck that lil' bitch, I don't drink I'ma tell that lil' pussy that stink, stink Tell that lil' bitch that her pussy, it stinks Sippin' on Henny, you know that I drink Sippin' on Henny, you know that I think I'm proud of my niggas, yeah, tryna peak Shoot that lil' bitch, and I bet I won't blink Shoot that lil' bitch with my eyes wide open Fuck nigga say he want a feature for five hundred, what the hell you smokin'? Tell me what the fuck, you jokin'? Ha, he-he, hahaha Ha he-he, hahaha Pull up on a nigga like blah, blah Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choos, Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Big Glock, and it's pointed at you, and my nigga bang suwoop Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo We all up in G5, turnin' up, so nigga, screw you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo He thought it was cocaine, but I finessed him with the flour like And she just told me that she really love the way we're swaggin' 40 on my neck, and I ain't even fuckin' braggin' Ten bands on a nigga wrist and I spent it Sold it for like 35 hundred, all my pendant I don't wanna fuck the bitch because I heard she is ugly Shorty wanna fuck me, but I know the pussy musty I am not a cleaner, but you know that pussy dusty That chopper gon' kill you, I swear to God we drill you On blood gang, yeah, suwoop Gang with us, I can't feel you But I fuck with Crips Free motherfuckin' Bree, yeah, he trippin' Yeah, he's trippin' But my nigga Crippin' And my nigga bummin' hoes Ten hundred bonds, that ain't nothing Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Fucked your bitch in Jimmy Choos, Giuseppe, we don't fuck with you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo Big Glock, and it's pointed at you, and my nigga bang suwoop Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo We all up in G5, turnin' up, so nigga, screw you Na na na, boo boo Na na na, boo boo He thought it was cocaine, but I finessed him with the flour like