Album Name

Artist 2.0 (Deluxe)

Artist

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.06.19

Release Agency

워너뮤직

We got London on da Track
You mad nigga
your adrenaline rushin'
it feel like a bus
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling
want me in my feelings
only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
Adderall prescripted
fuck it 'cause I don't
feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain
fuck it nigga kill him fuck it
they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother
turned to a drummer
Walked him outside
now he got the llama
I took that Maybach
where the J's at
Tell my brothers
ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know
run up them numbers
Fuck it run up them numbers Yeah
Run up them numbers
OKC you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady the one
OKC you don't want no thunder yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came
with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on
it get realer yeah
Put a hundred thousand
in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies
got some prodigies
And I spent five hundred on
Prada tees
Made it out the projects
poppin' overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy
toppy on the seat
I make some calls
you can't cop the fleet
Gotta be an antisocial gangster
'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
You mad nigga
your adrenaline rushin'
it feel like a bus
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling
want me in my feelings
only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
Adderall prescripted
fuck it 'cause I don't
feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain
fuck it nigga kill him fuck it
they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother
turned to a drummer
Walked him outside
now he got the llama
I took that Maybach
where the J's at
Tell my brothers
ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know
run up them numbers
Fuck it run up them numbers
Fuck it I ran up the numbers
Piped up like a plumber
And sold all the bundles
Sold all the bundles
I paid off the debt to your honor
And went got some commas
and commas and commas
Racks
You let it get to your head
yeah
I remember when you was a runner
You was a runner
I heard you got snatched
by the feds
yeah
say you willin' to tell 'em
whatever
Yeah
I still be killin' in projects
even though I been runnin'
them numbers up
They used to tell me I'm not next
I'm like look at me now
I'm in front of them
And I just hope you never
set me up
my lifestyle too irregular
And I don't know
how I'ma trust again
I swear
Audemars might fuck up your eyes
yeah
I bust down a piece of the pie
yeah
I wanna speed off in a Cayenne
Speed off in a Cayenne
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
Have a pool party with the posse
Pool party with the posse
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas
don't where the drop at Uh
They won't want us
ridin' in the drophead
And he mad that my bitch
got a Masi'
You mad nigga
your adrenaline rushin'
it feel like a bus
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling
want me in my feelings
only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
Adderall prescripted
fuck it 'cause I don't
feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain
fuck it nigga kill him fuck it
they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother
turned to a drummer
Walked him outside
now he got the llama
I took the Maybach
where the J's at
Tell my brothers
ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know
run up them numbers
Fuck it run up them numbers