Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boatloads, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Homegrown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, RFC
Song language: English
Boatloads |
| MonstaBeatz |
| Yeah, uh |
| Yeah, push God, bitch, uh |
| Soon as I started getting money, was over for lectures |
| High as lieutenants, worked the spot, and they overprotective |
| I told them niggas hold it down, let me work for a second |
| I had some packs and made it stretch like a yoga instructor |
| Shit, I’m always finessing, it’s a whole 'nother setting |
| I have to double up on safes for this dough that I’m getting |
| Plus I just got another fifty, a whole 'nother blessing |
| Make sure you it’s a whole 'nother lesson |
| Had 'em over the edge, and legend has it, drought hit |
| I had to show 'em magic, charge high like they never had it |
| On God, spot cliquing, pack kicking like John Claw |
| My mission, got the hood in their own bar |
| Come on, dawg, my onslaught |
| Way more John Blaze, you on, dawg |
| Trust I’m good, I want her mouth, you want her heart |
| She double back to me all in all |
| On the low, though |
| She really couldn’t wait 'til I was solo |
| You tripping when you know that that’s a mojo |
| I ain’t never tripping over old flows |
| DC girl like a lil' go-go |
| Plus she on my body, that’s a go-go |
| I always catch her creeping under photos |
| They come a dime a dozen, talking boatloads |
| Boatloads, boatloads |
| When you from the city, they see you winning, they hate it |
| Hard to be concerned when I’m laughing and getting faded |
| I got twenty thoroughbreds, it be hard to just pick a favorite |
| She playing with my hair and she asking if she can braid it |
| Drama got a residence, he in Vegas, he wanna take 'em |
| I was tryna date her, but lately, she acting fake |
| Maybe I’m mistaken and she ain’t tryna be taken |
| I thought I was player, but damn, she might of played me |
| I got a shorty out in DC |
| And she rock the '99 D’s with the primary colors on 'em |
| Turnt all summer on 'em |
| Ayy, forget about what you call 'em |
| On the low, though |
| She really couldn’t wait 'til I was solo |
| You tripping when you know that that’s a mojo |
| I ain’t never tripping over old flows |
| DC girl like a lil' go-go |
| Plus she on my body, that’s a go-go |
| I always catch her creeping under photos |
| They come a dime a dozen, talking boatloads |
| Boatloads, boatloads |