You know Warhol gotta boof Boy, you just how it do I got red wings on my boots All my bitches come in twos All my bitches come in twos Boy, you know just how we do Boy, you know this how we do All my bitches come in twos
I know all you niggas knew Young nigga got it straight up out the snow Fuck niggas out here, never trust a soul I don’t these niggas, nigga I’ll just flex alone Jupi told me niggas phony go and watch the phone Money standing tall like Shaq, though I just piped his bitch, and lil’ shorty out the back door Brand new bad bitch, pipe her What you reaching for my pack for? No, I ain’t no pack worker, but you know I pack dope Ain’t no questions, ain’t no questions, I love flexing, bitch I just pulled up with that pack, I need that Texas Pour-Up, bitch I just slow up with the Henny, copped the 4 and not the fifth That lil’ bitch, she peepin’, yeah she see my necklace and my wrist
You know Warhol gotta boof Boy, you just how it do I got red wings on my boots All my bitches come in twos All my bitches come in twos Boy, you know just how we do Boy, you know this how we do All my bitches come in twos
Boof, boof, boof pack, boof Yeah I gotta boof Yeah I’m puffin’ boof Boof pack, boof I be smokin’ boof I be smokin’ boof Jet pack boof Snitch pack boof Piss pack boof Yeah, I’m on that boof Still smokin’ boof Yeah, I’m smokin’ boof Yeah I gotta boof Warhol gotta boof Know I gotta boof