Too Boosie Lyrics by Kodak Black

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I been thinkin' like
You know the Hip-Hop community
And like you know the BET Awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real ones
And like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie?
How you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim?
Shit, how you forget about me
Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies?
Forget the niggas who died
And niggas got murked, forget 'bout Turk

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I pistol-whipped a nigga
For forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on niggas
I busted a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget 'bout me
Forget about you Boosie?

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
C Murda, they need set that sniper free
He was still callin' me with rumors
I'm beefin' with Master P
And that's his brother
He peeped that I'm a real one
What about the niggas tryna hit a lick
And tryna kill some?
We need a Grammy for the thugs
'cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life
And havin' shootouts by the club
Max B and Rah Digg, the niggas in the pen
And rappers that fell short
'cause they ain't get a chance to live
Yeah, for Cassidy and G Dub,
Altercations and bullets rin'in'
That lil' nigga C'd up
The project babies gang bangin'
Hangin' and pistol slangin'
Pastor Troy ass ready, to killin'
And stealin' just to make it

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I pistol-whipped a nigga
For forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on niggas
I busted a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget 'bout me
Forget about you Boosie?

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
They Need a Grammy for Pop Hen
And Bobo and Hell Rell
We at the bottom of the map
Miami and Lauderdale
Pompanoya, lil' niggas on the corner
And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova
For the OG's who raised me
I was ready at fourteen, sippin' codeine
R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3
The niggas underground local wishin'
To sign a deal for a million
It's either that or penitentiary
What about the niggas out here
Water whippin' to pay their studio session?
And all that sweatin' in the kitchen
The niggas rappin' what they livin'
Bobby Shmurda, nigga's gon' pull a murder
Them niggas who ain't with the dissin'

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I pistol-whipped a nigga
For forty minutes straight too Boosie
I sent a few hits on niggas
I busted a play too Boosie
I rocked a fade too Boosie
Sipped purple drink too Boosie
How they forget B.G., forget 'bout me
Forget about you Boosie?

[Outro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap shit
Them niggas that jack shit
Them niggas on that Kodak Black shit
Like f*ck this rap shit, they whack shit
All that, nah I'm sayin?
Pac and all them, nah I'm sayin?
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