Booted up, booted up

Yeah, the homies on the run

If you ever say I’m done

Then I’m probably underground, in a box

Off that oxy she be really kinda fun

But I know she gettin’ dumped

By the time I sober up

Yeah, I’m booted off the Jack

On that 737 I’ve been goin’ across the map

And if it ain’t about my business, I don’t know why the fuck you asked

Last time I worked a day job, had Promethazine in my flask

Every day, every month

I’ve been on the run, I do the dash on ‘em quick

Baby, I don’t fall in love, hit the gas, yeah I’m sick

Know a lot of times, they be tryna hold me down

Dumb motherfuckers they can never lock me up

I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you

I had some money I wasted, too

(I could blame that on you)

Now I got the black car, pulling up

You wish I’d turn it around for you

But I’m too busy in the fast lane

Back then, I was with the squad

Thinkin’ ‘bout the way that it would happen

Now we got our money doing backflips

Flip that, oh I’m with that

Bad bitch gettin’ whiplash, ‘cause I whip fast, now I’m feelin’

Booted up, booted up

Yeah, the homies on the run

If you ever say I’m done

Then I’m probably underground, in a box

Off that oxy she be really kinda fun

But I know she gettin’ dumped

By the time I sober up

Pain come, pain go

I’m sippin’ in the Range Rover

Might marry a stripper, Hangover

Won’t let her in this bankroll

I know this game could be cutthroat

But I always keep the blade, so

Never lackin’, for none of you bitches

That wanna come and take from him

Hollywood hoes

Going live, on the camera, in the studio

I’m sippin’ right this pineapple Fanta turnin’ purple

Winner’s circle

Dusty boy, that’s the gang, you gonn’ learn from, yeah

I had time, I had time, that I wasted on you

I had some money I wasted, too

(I could blame that on you)

Now I got the black car, pulling up

You wish I’d turn it around for you

But I’m too busy in the fast lane

(I’m too busy in the fast lane)

Booted up, booted up

Got some homies in the cut

If I ain’t there with a gun, motherfucker I still be pullin’ up

On these motherfuckers

Off the drugs, feeling numb