(Are you in the Mafia?)
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you niggas be so extra
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you niggas be so extra-
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you niggas be so extra-
Pew, pew (pew)
Trap jumpin' when that pack touch down
Expectin' shit from me, 'cause I'm up now
Finna tune these niggas out when I smoke this loud
If I cop I ain't buyin' no eight, I'ma buy an ounce
Pack touch down and the trap bounce
I ain't cuffin' no bitch, fuck and then I fuckin' bounce
Make my way back to the trap house
Boofin' on this wood, fuck a black and mild
Spin back with that five, bitch, who lackin' now? (Pick up the phone)
If my brother in a jam, I'ma back it up
Bitch, you gettin' packed up
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you niggas be so extra
I said fuck a teacher and her lecture
Niggas hatin' on me, so I keep a vest, yuh
My lil' niggas pop out and finesse, yuh
Yo' lil' niggas pop out and pressed, yeah
Pockets fat like DJ Khaled, we the best, yuh
We gon' stick that nigga up, we gon' stress 'em
Pew, pew (pew, pew)
Bitch, I'm boofin on this pressure, ayy, and you niggas be so extra