A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Lyrics, 4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) Lyrics
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Lyrics, 4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) Lyrics

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Lyrics, 4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) Lyrics

4 Min Convo (Favorite Song) – A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Please tell me what you think happened
Like this time, f_ck it…

I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls
That’s like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off
Like damn, n_gga, I was on a jail call
Damn, n_ggas make me hate my cell phone
Like damn, my n_gga, I’m in the studio
Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago
Yeah, you tellin’ me you starving, but I been to there
Like growin’ up, breakfast, lunch and dinner wasn’t cereal
I know what’s up
You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up
I know you ain’t really with the sh_ts but you just throw it up
Pretty b_tches in my city litty, they just going up
N_gga, you just wanna be around me ’cause my money up
Heard them goofy n_ggas tryna line me, they don’t want smoke with us
Had to pop an Addy, I was down, yeah, had to focus up
Most my n_ggas dogs, I hit up b_tches that my homies f_cked
I hear too much me in n_ggas’ songs, so I had to switch it up, I had to switch it up
Pick out diamonds in particular ’cause I’m just rich as f_ck
Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon, I got my hoodie up
They know exactly how we give it up, shot a bully up
And you b_tches know that I cannot waste no time
B_tch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you”, never mind it
Especially when I feel like you out here thottin’
I threaten you, but I f_ck with you, let’s be honest
I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic
Flowers, I give you all my hours
I f_ck around, I miss you though, I promise
Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us
No bozos in my circle, they get cut
We can’t even get around, I got my hoodie on in public
House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me
So when I was in the studio I said I was in Publix
If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water
Percocets like NyQuil, got my buying sawed-offs
Since I been in high school, I been feeling heartless
I swear I was like you, now look at me ballin’
10K on one fit, fly like I departed
Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J. Harden
Can’t tell if I got it, but I stay on it
And they stay frontin’, but it ain’t nothin’
‘Cause I make money, talkin’ big money
Mmh, if I go broke, stay away from me
Mmh, if I go broke, I’ma take money, yeah
I might go broke in my late hundreds
It’s hard not to talk money ’cause I got money now
And these chains around my neck worth over two hundred thou
And Puma just gave me a budget, I should say, “F_ck it”
And give it to the schools ’cause they need it more than I need it now
Swear I paid my dues, I should speak up more though, I’m playin’ quiet
Tryna keep it cool like the time I was in the studio with Future and his goons
Sittin’ next to my favorite rapper, actin’ scared to say it to him
Used to bump “March Madness,” poppin’ Addys because of you
After you and Drizzy dropped, then I got in tune (Yeah)
Drizzy, that’s my broski, I appreciate you too, yeah
First time in the Garden, it was all because of you, yeah
I probably was OD-in’ to do a song but I was new, yeah
I can’t lie, oh, you was like my idol, ask my crew, yeah
Right when I thought viral was viral, Tekashi blew, yeah
And that’s my n_gga too, I f_ck with you, I swear to God
Type of n_gga keep that sh_t a hundred, cameras off
And I’m the type of n_gga you might see in Saint Laurent
Different places, Cleveland, Miami, but I ain’t LeBron
WIth different b_tches, denims lookin’ like they painted on
Listenin’ to “D.T.B”, yeah, that’s our favorite song
I don’t trust b_tches
B_tches just like me, that’s why I don’t trust b_tches
This your favorite song
I don’t love b_tches
F_ck b_tches, DTB, no, I don’t trust b_tches
This your favorite song
When you’re home, all alone
Reminiscin’ my Dior cologne
No going back, I really took your soul
I know, yeah
Woke up with the chills, oh, oh
Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh
Like it’s not a big deal, oh, oh
Free all of my bros, whoa, oh
Free my n_gga PeeWee, free my n_gga Skills, now
Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now
Used to wear the same sh_t, I ain’t lookin’ like no bum now
I’m a New York n_gga, hangin’ laces off my Uptowns
Grew up in the jungle where they rumblin’ for dust now
Runnin’ ’round the BX, RIP to Big Pun, now
And I don’t know why
I feel like they wanna take my life
And it’s all

Wanna f_ck my wife
And these n_ggas wanna take my life
And it’s all
Yeah, it’s alright…
And it’s alright…
Yeah, it’s alright…