Album

Intro

Go Boujie – Go Boujie –

Go Boujie – Go Boujie

 

Verse 1

On the corner Ah
Selling crack Ah
To the evening Ah
Phene’s running Ah
Getting a Fix Ah
Being served Ah
From the trap Ah
They feeling good Ah
Whip it good- Whip it good Whip it good
U get 4 or 5 bags from my hood
I Got my goons—selling bags thru the roof
certified making mills as we should
I pay my taxes —–Always—-check the books
I Got my ops —-in the box—–cause —they—shook
Always on my grind —-Cause I’m hooked
I don’t play in these streets —-understood
6-4 make— 2 door
Coped the Bentley with the suicide door
I be selling thru the winter –got the good shit
I’m worth a few Fucking mills —tell that shit

 

Hook x 2

Whip up— whip it up —-whip it up
Stir it up —Stir it up—- Stir it up

Heat It up —-Heat It up —-Heat It up

Now Cut it up —Cut It up —-Cut It up

 

Verse 2

Give me the loot Give me the loot
Give me the loot
I Got my yayo on block Do what I do

Stack my paper getting high–Have no —-room

Got the crack cut —raw—Ready  move

Drive it—- back to the Bando —distribute

We just finished whipping it up–Heating too

Back to the kitchen Call the lab with my Dudes

We bout to make another Mill —Halelu

 

Hook x 2

Whip up— whip it up —-whip it up
Stir it up —Stir it up—- Stir it up

Heat It up —-Heat It up —-Heat It up

Now Cut it up —Cut It up —-Cut It up

Intro
Hey Byron, what it dough, we got to start making things right out here in in these streets Yo
We can’t be lagging out here homie —Lets get this guap and make things jump crazy out this joint—Aight  Yeah-1

Hook 8x
Got the key to the streets

Verse 1
Yo Man these jealous ops checking out my foreign car
They see me riding down the streets —car is —-black and dark
Its bullet proof whip –protect me from my ops
I got my 9 on my side if things pop –way‐–off
I Don’t play silly no games —On these social page
Saying bull from your on the phone—-like your a Fruity cake
Then it shows–up on your IG—————you be— looking Fake
If you want to talk crap—-I’ll-smack you in the —Face

Hook 8x
Got the key to the streets

Verse 2
Yo I got the streets on lock—moving majors –keys
30 Kay —for a Key –We –in -the —-major leagues
Goons shop it down—mix a pound—–make their rounds
To every major city———-Even——— rural —–towns
Clientele’s —white, black and even brown
Waiting for that smiley face stamped —is my crown
Man they know —-they getting —-good stuff —pure and sound
Got the cops on my payroll—they don’t miss —–around
They my muscle and shooters—–who enforce —the— Law
Cops Beat my ops —-down– the –block —–to my yard
Or they won’t see no daylight —-Cause they thought —they hard
Got my clients —in the club—Snorting —-Snow balls

Hook 8x
Got the key to the streets

Verse 3

Yo Years later i can reminisce –Man— I was  moving Keys–
And to top it off —–selling mass pounds of trees
I was the biggest coke boy with franchisees
But if saw in burbs —-you would  never–ever—believe
I was that boy next door — you take —-me—to your peeps
With the the suit and the tie—-with a—– smile —so —sweet
I even Worked bagging at the A—- with flight dreams
And I also ran for Mayor—-To help my —Peeps
Almost mayor for life yes —–DC

Outtro
But hold up—
Im hood —and im banked up

I selling drugs to the people Man they getting strung up

I pray to the man above please tell me whats up

Im getting paid 3 mill a day

My mind is still stuck

Hook 8x
Got the key to the streets

Intro 4x
Go Ghana Go Go Ghana

Chorus 2x
Hannah Montana — fly with me to Ghana
See the birth of Manna —smoke some cultural Ganja
Get real high with life ah
Then you will see my plight ta
Make this world go higher
Salute to —President –NaNa

Verse 1
Yo It’s Boujie Black- Boujie Black
Oh you know I love Pussy Cats
watch them do those jumping jacks looking at the  jugs with similac

taking them to them to the mother land– Africa
Accraa—- Ghana—-get kronked up
Partying with champagne —–we —lit up
4-5-6- Morning —Sun comes —up
Waiting for the Valet —Benz pulls up
Drivers say—Do you want to eat —Breakfast
Na–Take us to the crib— eat –girl–for lunch
Forget that She’s also brunch haaaaaaaaa
We in Ghana——- better than Alibabaa
Meeks Mills—-Rode his Bike without get locked
Like-in—Rykers

Chorus 2x
Hannah Montana — fly with me to Ghana
See the birth of Manna —smoke some cultural Ganja
Get real high with life ah
Then you will see my plight ta
Make this world go higher
Salute to —President –NaNa

Verse 2
Boujie Black — Boujie Black
All these Ghana girls so phat
I bet you they taste like kit kats
With the chocolate all around Dark Mitch –match
Hold up shut up —–Listen up
You Know —I don’t take a no ——–bull crap —
I’m Talking to you— from my mind cap
of the Gulf of Guinea- —No– land locks
Right next to Togo and Benin
Don’t think I’m lying —check—the— timeline
where they drew the line—kept us divide
But–the Ports and the Internet ————–stay Live
Bring all types of people to the main line
To view the history of the Slave crimes
How black people were taken and confined
Why —-we need to love each other —as one Kind

Chorus 1x
Hannah Montana — fly with me to Ghana
See the birth of Manna —smoke some cultural Ganja
Get real high with life ah
Then you will see my plight ta
Make this world go higher
Salute to —President –NaNa

Yo Byron aka Nicaragua, Karen, Mike Romeo and Doug

I appreciate ya’ll Bra

But this ones for Bruce, Leon, Eric, Marvin, Greg & Jester—Lets do it!

 

Hook

Blunt

All i need –is that blunt

Call lil E—get that blunt

Take the seeds –out that blunt

Roll backwood—on that blunt

Hella weed—-yeah —that blunt

Stink so sweet smell that blunt

Getting high— with that blunt

We so lit—-its that Blunt –Heyyyy

 

Smoking so much I can choke

This chic —-wants to —elope

Wake up inside of a boat

Clean —-eye -‐-with a stroke

I ain’t playing with the coke

I ain’t playing with the coke

But I will tell u about my smoke-heyy

Its Gives me that wake up energy ah

Shows me all my synergy ah

Keeps me smiling so giddy up ah

Driving to work just smoking up ah

Puff and blowing and bumping up ah

Feels so good don’t care much ah

People Honk cause I’m driving slow ah

Point the finger – say shut up ah

I’m so high Need take out

Burger and fries

make my —–mouth melt

Puff my blunt call it Mayhem

Taking Taking my lunch at 9am

 

Hook

Blunt

All I need –is that blunt

Call lil E—get that blunt

Take the seeds –out that blunt

Roll backwood—on that blunt

Hella weed—-yeah —that blunt

Stink so sweet smell that blunt

Getting high— with that blunt

We so lit—-its that Blunt

 

After work party ah

like its 2040 ah

Friday night paid ah

Bought some trees 40 ah

At the party  lit ah

drink–all— Bacardi ah

Got my girl —- lit ah

She said —- me so horny ah

She said —-lets get home home ah

Can’t drive –cause I’m dazo ah

Roll another fat blunt ah

That ones for the road o ah

Call the Uber lets go ah

Speeding fast on the freeway ah

Got to the crib now lets play ah

But we decided to —-pray ah

 

See yawl minds is in the gutter, yo

We just lay back smoke a blunt and prayed, yawl

that’s all we did man

Yo –all yawl need Jesus

Lol!!!!

 

Hook

Blunt

All i need –is that blunt

Call lil E—get that blunt

Take the seeds –out that blunt

Roll backwood—on that blunt

Hella weed—-yeah —that blunt

Stink so sweet smell that blunt

Getting high— with that blunt

We so lit—-its that Blunt

LYRICS

Every single day,
it’s a struggle for me
I been living a double life

and no one would ever believe the things I’ve done

just Pray for me

 

The Hoods like Living in a jungle rah

Seeing that cash will suck u dry

Fast money runs And falls in your lap

But I —remember my Momma Said—don’t sell crack

But I couldn’t resist Seeing Dope boys cash

Getting that paper Bought me a Benzo Black

And a iced out chain With diamonds so fat

Now all these tricks trying to get what I got

But Found out my homie got 15

My main man deported back to Italy

Then i started to pray Lord Forgive me

Drop down to my knees Lord—- save me

Now Listen

 

Hook 2x

 

Moving forward in the gutter with gunners

Getting out the life I’m looking towards it

Making all these Mills and no body knows

Can’t tell a soul —Or they be accomplice

Or snitch ——-on—my ass like Motherfucker

Had a little sucker try Take from me

Had the courts trying to —find —my money

But I say revenge is Forth coming

been praying to lord —Keep—– me —-from him

Please -‐–Change my life from being a gunner

I will give back to the people I’ve been being a serpent

Just pray for me lord I will be your servant –Rah

 

Hook 2x

It’s Boujie – And I’m Back Mother Fuckers

 

Hook 2x

Give me the loot- Give me the loot
Give me the loot
I Got my yayo on block Do what it do

 

Give me the loot Give me the loot
Give me the loot
I Got my yayo on block Do what I do

Stack my paper getting high–Have no —-room

Got the crack cut —raw—Ready  move

Drive it—- back to the Bando —distribute

We just finished whipping it up–Heating too

Back to the kitchen Call the lab with my Dudes

We bout to make another Mill —Halelu

 

Hook

Give me the loot- Give me the loot
Give me the loot
I Got my yayo on block Do what it do

 

Give me the loot Give me the loot
Give me the loot

Feens running up –Buying more shit—- more loot
Being served Leaving the trap Eating good — no–food

Females love the snort The coke and sneeze–ahchoo

Went to Mexico to buy a few keys —–with my boo
Got to the source —-Sinaloa made my day —whoop-de-do

Copped the dope Called it —–smoke –Transport—-in my coupe

Fuck the 5 on the wire—Mail the coke— to my Hood

 

Hook 2x

Give me the loot- Give me the loot
Give me the loot
I Got my yayo on block Do what it do

 

Boujie Black’s in the trap–Making boss moves

Distribute all my yaa—Thru my—Goons

All my goons round the way—-Glocks go boom

50 states we distribute —They consume

Come back order more—Send loot forward

Got the market on lock—-Coke game —-cornered

Making loot by the bundle—-Get—–rewarded

Copped the Bentley & the Benz I’ll —Be —–A —Dope —-Martyr

 

Hook

Give me the loot- Give me the loot
Give me the loot
I Got my yayo on block Do what it do

 

Lyrics

Its fucked up out in these streets And no father around

And sometimes no father or mother –

but I can always count on my niggas from day 1 –Yeah

 

Hook x 2
I Ride for my niggas –I Die for my niggas –Fuck Bitches with my Niggas

I Pull a trigger for my nigga – Woo –Pop Pop

 

Blood in blood out– One my niggas got shot –We going all out

Get the glock got Uzi– We bout to blast out–Another Nigga will to be dead going to wild out-

Hold up -hold up- Hold up -Hold up- Hold up- Hold up
See that nigga cross the street Put that bullet on him Slow mo fall dead

Had that bullet –coming- Pray to God rest in peace Now the gates will open

Flight jet go, lets go- Beast mode –Feel better got revenge Now let go

But will never see my nigga Brant—-that’s my homie –shed tears pore that bottle Black–Label ——slowly Raaaa

 

Hook x 2
I Ride for my niggas– I Die for my niggas –Fuck Bitches with my Niggas

I Pull a trigger for my nigga  Woo- Pop Pop

 

Shut up —we came from gutter —

Me and my niggas —‘ we took Care of each other —

Making sure we all ate—Trying to make a fortune

Watching over trying to stay Alive in the moment

Slinging crack rocks serving All these fucking junkies

Feds busting down door –100 fuckers gunning

50 keys in the bando–All my niggas running

If we don’t get away— Man the Penn is Calling Raaaa

 

Hook x 2
I Ride for my niggas I Die for my niggas Fuck Bitches with my Niggas

I Pull a trigger for my nigga  Woo –Pop Pop

I Pull a trigger for my nigga  Wo0 –Pop Pop

Lyrics

Niggas be talking that shit
they don’t know who they fucking with
Boujie Black—- the name —–my nigga
put some respect on my name bitch
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go

Hook
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go

On the block———– I lay low
waiting on my yayo
In the bag—Got —–Pesos
kill a nigga who —-Snitch bro
Im the nigga—– you fear yo
Pull the glock –your face blown
Call your Momma —She So gone
I pray for her —-she stay—-strong

Hook
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go

Middle finger in the air– Bitch
Fuck you, Don’t care –Dick
Fuck you, I’m here–Vick
Boujie Black you fear—Shit
Got a Bitch she so thick
She come around –she drip–drip
I pull a Glock with 10 clips
I kill a man—Im so –sick

Hook
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go

Nicaragua with the house Bitch
Buying a house on 9 Bricks
See the Feds—- they so slick
Catch me if you can –Bitch
Walking around —in my own Shit
Got a foreign she –Suck Dick
Audemar on my wrist –Rich
See you Bitch —-You ain’t –Shit

Hook
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go
Or the Glock or the Uzi Go

Lyrics

My niggas — My Hood– My Goons– They Good–We Smoke–Back Wood—Get Loot–They Should

Hook 4x
I Got My Goons With Me Nigga Watch Out

Let’s Get It
24 – 7 Grind Nigga
My Name is Boujie Black and I’m a trap Nigga
My Goons are strapped and cocked and ready –Pop on you Nigga
They watch with Binoc and locked an cocked with Glocks all ready for you Nigga
Pop Pop Pop Pop—-You–Shot
Fall to the ground —Slow Mo on the dot
Laying on the streets—bleeding out —you rot
People seeing snitch —walk away —forgot
Pray to lord –revive —blood shot
family going to pay –to get body in a block
Fuck with me—get family wiped out —by Goons with 38 specials –watch out—Brrraaaaaa

Hook 4x
I Got My Goons With Me Nigga Watch Out

Pop Pop Pop Pop—-Shots Shots Shots –Fired.
My goons they Shoot ——insanity
20 Glocks—- basement——reality
Felons—-did ——-Jail time—— Academy
Bando —–stashed ——white galaxy
10-5 wire——-u —- shitting—-me
50 Kilos——-YaYo—– rapcity
My goons —they -Strapped —-u Niggas
Pull Up—–Be Faking —–Get Triggered
problem—-See a Doctor—-gold-digger
fuck with us—–See —–Disfigure
50 rounds ——heart—–deflated
Dead body —ground—- Be faded
300 killed—–see —–Data
Fuck u—–We see you later—– Nigga