Boog - Felons Lyrics

I be around felons dat always keep a weapon
We be pistol totin so who the fuck we stressin'
I be fresh to death mistake me for the reverend
I just fucked her best friend told her wasn't no preference
I be on a mission, and I used to whip da kitchen
Double my commission, and I got dese bitches wishin
Move like a magician, make more money than yo pension
She can have my attention, but its under one condition
Ride dis dick like you miss me
You can suck it not gone kiss me
Take it to da head like breezy
Got dreads in my head like I’m weezy
I made some money now they need me
Boog baby if you wanna reach me
She got coco on her side, like ice t
Imma hit it once, got wifey
Killas all around on both sides
They a find you don’t try to hide
You ain’t did what you did, why you lie
And I gotta admit, imma family guy
Fuck da trust and watch yo guys
We da same in my eyes
Streets on lock we got mob ties
two face backstabbers in disguise
I be round felons, dat always keep a weapon
We be pistol toting, so who the fuck we stressin'
I be fresh to death, mistake me for the reverend
I just fucked her best friend and told her wasn't no preference
Pop a perky make me itch
I be ballin I don’t miss
And My gang get the assist
Don’t got no time to to reminisce
It’s going down in this bitch
I let off rounds in this bitch
Lotta rounds in this clip
We stand our ground in dis bitch
I be toting straps kuz I gotta watch my back
We shoot first, fuck shootin back
Me and my niggas, we pop tags
We in da field and we ain’t playin tag
One phone call, dey on yo ass
I’ll call em off, just for a bag
Dey gettin mad, we gettin cash
I put dat money all on yo head
I don’t give a fuck, what dese niggas said
You made yo mess, now lay in yo bed
I’m shooting steady, like my name was Fred
I be around felons dat always keep a weapon
We be pistol totin so who the fuck we stressin'
I be fresh to death mistake me for the reverend
I just fucked her best friend told her wasn't no preference

I be around felons dat always keep a weapon
We be pistol totin so who the fuck we stressin'
I be fresh to death mistake me for the reverend
I just fucked her best friend told her wasn't no preference
I be on a mission, and I used to whip da kitchen
Double my commission, and I got dese bitches wishin
Move like a magician, make more money than yo pension
She can have my attention, but its under one condition
Ride dis dick like you miss me
You can suck it not gone kiss me
Take it to da head like breezy
Got dreads in my head like I’m weezy
I made some money now they need me
Boog baby if you wanna reach me
She got coco on her side, like ice t
Imma hit it once, got wifey
Killas all around on both sides
They a find you don’t try to hide
You ain’t did what you did, why you lie
And I gotta admit, imma family guy
Fuck da trust and watch yo guys
We da same in my eyes
Streets on lock we got mob ties
two face backstabbers in disguise
I be round felons, dat always keep a weapon
We be pistol toting, so who the fuck we stressin'
I be fresh to death, mistake me for the reverend
I just fucked her best friend and told her wasn't no preference
Pop a perky make me itch
I be ballin I don’t miss
And My gang get the assist
Don’t got no time to to reminisce
It’s going down in this bitch
I let off rounds in this bitch
Lotta rounds in this clip
We stand our ground in dis bitch
I be toting straps kuz I gotta watch my back
We shoot first, fuck shootin back
Me and my niggas, we pop tags
We in da field and we ain’t playin tag
One phone call, dey on yo ass
I’ll call em off, just for a bag
Dey gettin mad, we gettin cash
I put dat money all on yo head
I don’t give a fuck, what dese niggas said
You made yo mess, now lay in yo bed
I’m shooting steady, like my name was Fred
I be around felons dat always keep a weapon
We be pistol totin so who the fuck we stressin'
I be fresh to death mistake me for the reverend
I just fucked her best friend told her wasn't no preference