A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie My Shit
In my bag now, In my bag now
What the f..ck is that sound, what the f..ck is that sound
Brought the mac out
Niggas sat down
I got shit I never had now
I could brag now
Got my bitch a Louis bag now
She could brag now
Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now
She a brat now
Now I'm sitting in the club
In a different bag now
Baby when I pick it up
You gon put that ass down
Tell 'em you don't give a f..ck
Baby spin that ass 'round
Tell the DJ turn it up
What the f..ck is that sound
A boogie wit the hoodie and its always foreign
Yeah I know she like my style them other niggas boring
When I pull up it go skrrt skrrt that's a foreign
When I pull up on a red light they don't want it
Yeah I came up from the mud and my baby know that
Introduced her to my plug now she think she all that
When I first hit her up, no she never wrote back
Then I saw her at the club so i got up on that
“See the flick on my wrist— A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
