4 Min Convo (favorite Song) Lyrics - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Please tell me what you think happened 

Like this time, fuck it 

I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls 

That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off 

Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call 

Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone 

Like damn, my nigga, 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 

Shits but you just throw it up 

Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up 

Nigga, you just wanna be around me 

'Cause my money up 

Heard them goofy niggas 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 niggas dogs 

I hit up bitches that my homies fucked 

I hear too much me in niggas' 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 fuck 

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 bitches know that I cannot waste no time 

Bitch, 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 

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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, "Fuck 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 nigga too 

I fuck with you, I swear to God 

Type of nigga keep that shit a 

Hundred, cameras off 

And I'm the type of nigga you 

Might see in Saint Laurent 

Different places, Cleveland 

Miami, but I ain't LeBron 

With different bitches, denims 

Lookin' like they painted on 

Listenin' to "D.T.B", yeah, 

That's our favorite song 

I don't trust bitches 

Bitches just like me 

That's why I don't trust bitches 

This your favorite song 

I don't love bitches 

Fuck bitches, DTB, no, I don't trust bitches 

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 nigga PeeWee 

Free my nigga Skills, now 

Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now 

Used to wear the same shit 

I ain't lookin' like no bum now 

I'm a New York nigga, 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 fuck my wife 

And these niggas wanna take my life 

And it's all 

Yeah, it's alright 

And it's alright 

Yeah, it's alright, mmh