Boo You Know (feat. Goldlink) - Falcons

] I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah That still don't mean shit My cousin Geetchie and his baby motha' got into an accident And lost her baby, yet we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady That ain't shit, nigga, huh DC niggas legit now, yeah See Black kids gettin' killed by cops White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin' rock And who the fuck can stop us now? My nigga, we ain't shit, nigga My old bitch lost a baby too Ain't know what the fuck to do Right before the first tape Almost killed a nigga for some Foams And quit this rappin' just to buy her shit Y'all niggas don't know this shit Landover, and smokin' dip Ain't even the half of it Half a father, half a bitch, and half a brick And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit And this just the intro, nigga, I ain't even spazzin' yet We ain't even make it yet Talk to me like I'm that nigga, ask me who I'm fuckin' now Momma can't go to family functions, they ask if I'm around Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already I can't tell Shakir to stop fuckin' around with Setea I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for Setea I can't tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin' hurt? That I put her ass third and my city first? I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you? And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you ain't bulletproof Mo' money, mo' bitches, equal no problems My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles I never thought I'd be the nigga reppin' westside The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the lord See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God Me and my father, we started speakin' Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin' Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn't eatin' Robbin', never gave a fuck about a job and Trappin' wit my nigga Sam and start romancin' Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy Why you leave me, baby? Yeah, why you leave me, baby?

Yeah, uh Summertime, feelin' good, feelin' great Real nigga with the leg on the dock, feelin' straight All the drug dealin' niggas with their gashes out Bad hood ass bitches with they asses out Talkin' 'bout goddamn Have you seen that girl? Have you seen that girl? I was out Fairmont Heights with the hitters Then a little bad jawn walk by Louis purse to the side, goddamn Shorty, where you from? Where your momma stay? She's at 501, cappin' where her momma stay Her ex man still get it wild, right all night, babe Shit baby, I don't care 'bout that anyway Goddamn Have you seen that girl? Have you seen that girl? I was out Wak Wahler with the project boys Lookin' at this little fine ass joint with her French braid Black shades, lil' attitude, ass wide like a lamp shade Diamond necklace with the gold grill front, uh Ratchet bitch, with the Louboutin pumps, uh Georgetown, where I take her out to lunch Talkin' 'bout Have you seen that girl? Have you seen that girl? I was out Simple City with the bike niggas Talkin' 'bout mad men then a girl walked by Dark-skinned woman with a curve on her sides I need whole fitty, you my fries on the side You can be my lil' dunk thing for the night But ain't 'bout to get you, baby, we ain't 'bout to ride Talkin' 'bout where ya ex been? Have I seen that girl? Have I seen that girl? I was out Landover, me and all, then all and them Lil' model tryna know way way back when She ain't never give me play, so I played her friend Then she wanna try to holla then I played to win Then the home girl brother tried to fight me I had to have the nigga kiss the bottom of my Nikes Talkin' 'bout he from Trinidad so he rep the 12 I don't give a fuck about ya, see yo' ass in hell Talkin' 'bout goddamn Have you seen that girl? Have you seen that girl? I was out Clay Terrace, feelin' better than all the guys Bad white joined, fat ass hips and thighs Talkin' 'bout kill moe, all you do is lie I ain't lyin' when I tell you that you fine as wine Lemme get a lil' sip, lemme get a lil' bit Lemme grab on your ass, I mean grab you the gas Talkin' 'bout goddamn Have you seen that girl? Have you seen that girl? Yeah Have you seen that girl? Have you seen that girl?