Posse

Yeah
Mm
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
(Ayy, Slim with the sauce)

Ayy, foreign shawty, let's go
I get money, spend it with my posse, you know
Niggas hatin', don't trust anybody we know
I got money, spend it with the gang, we afloat
I just cashed out on a new chain, here he go
He was talkin' 'bout a new thang, but we know
When we see him, it's a boomerang, and we know
I'ma let the fuckin' choppa swing, hittin' high notes

Boomerang
Yeah, I was cooking in the trap spot
Cops comin' and I hide the crack like in my sock (yeah)
I ain't goin' for nothing, nigga had to get the Glock (pew)
And when they runnin', I'ma pop them niggas on the spot (mh-mm)
Hahaha, I'm laughing to the bank, I'm getting money (yeah)
I was looking at that lil' boy, he is so funny (mm, mm)
I ain't tweeting shit on the internet, you better confront me (yeah)
If you don't confront me, nigga I'm gon catch your hummy
I got lots of money, lots on jewelry on my mommy (yeah)
Gave her a house, I put her on the hills, she got the money
Niggas hatin' on me, bitches talkin', they so ugly
I don't want you ugly bitches get the fuck off me

Ayy, foreign shawty, let's go
I get money, spend it with my posse, you know
Niggas hatin', don't trust anybody we know
I got money, spend it with the gang, we afloat
I just cashed out on a new chain, here he go
He was talkin' 'bout a new thang, but we know
When we see him, it's a boomerang, and we know
I'ma let the fuckin' choppa swing, hittin' high notes

They like "Drakeo, boy, you got a name"
I know, it's rainin' bullets when this choppa spray, no long
He gon' be sitting on a hospital, a permanent coma
Got me dancin' in the rain like my first name was Usher
Tricky dance poles, mad totes, banana clip hangin' for any baboons
350 up in pieces, know you want it, but I ain't got dough
You gon' be a caption but for sure I know a tattoo
You hard up on the net so when we see you we gon' slap you
Amiri on my jacket, these niggas is actors
If you ain't kill nobody with that gun, you need to pass it
It's a movie, in the chopper, scenery was tragic
If ten thousand was ever on my head, these niggas didn't have it in store

Ayy, foreign shawty, let's go
I get money, spend it with my posse, you know
Niggas hatin', don't trust anybody we know
I got money, spend it with the gang, we afloat
I just cashed out on a new chain, here he go
He was talkin' 'bout a new thang, but we know
When we see him, it's a boomerang, and we know
I'ma let the fuckin' choppa swing, hittin' high notes

Mm, mm-mm