Formal Invite (feat. Nicholas Craven)

Boldy James

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    Brrr, doot-doot
    Ring

    How rich am I? (Chh)
    I still can hear the air shocks from the trailer hitch on that semi
    SRT on that gleeko, thirty-three in that Gen Five
    My lil' niggas wiggin' to turn a beef to a ribeye
    When shots rang out, headed in my direction
    Boppin' Taj Mahal, bringing the whole fifty guap out
    We pop out at your party, free Carruth, Dooley and Sharky
    Cough up a lung where I'm from like I grew up in Marcy (What else?)
    Heron Preston bubble for the times that we ain't have Nathaniel
    Spin a deuce, shit look like I'm tryna two-track a sample
    Spray your block and tag your whip up, these niggas know we vandals
    Duct tape on the handle on the stick lit like a Roman candle
    Why they keep watching reruns? I heard his show was cancelled
    All the business getting stood on, every issue gon' get handled
    Every pistol gon' get brandished, these niggas famished
    Since he keep making death wishes, every wish is gon' get granted

    Bo James, I'm the honcho (The boss)
    The weed from Humboldt County, but the blow came from Toronto
    Open road on that highway, slow lane in the Tahoe
    Roll with them 50 Zone boys, but don't fuck with no 5-0
    7-6in' with a gang of them Canadians (Yeah)
    We bounce up out that cut and up that Draco at your cranium (Doot, doot)
    When shots rang out, they know we brought out Kimmy K again (Kardash')
    She quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin

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    Ayy
    Jackson

    Stair-stepper, go on top on niggas like a hairdresser
    Bro a ladies' man, but spray them cans like a air freshener
    Red texture, different kind of cloth my niggas cut from (Steel wool)
    Playmaker, Blue 42, that's a hut one
    Drive-by shootings in my living room, was playin' Duck Hunt (Yeah)
    Ain't grew up with no silver spoon, wasn't born with no trust fund (I wasn't)
    Smashin' all these pumpkins, we'll crash a nigga function
    Formal invite, red carpet came with a plus-one
    Bugs Bunny carrots, in my carriage, countin' drug money
    Dust bucket bourbon come from servin' all the dust bunnies (Yeah)
    Hush puppies and big fat monkey nuts, but now my cup muddy (Dirty)
    I could give a fuck about no slut, long as the clucks love me
    Catch him dancing with his pants down, these niggas butt buddies
    The last nigga tested, let's just say that he was unlucky
    No country for old men, big trouble in small China
    Speak every language fluent in bag music from all genres (Mafia)

    Bo James, I'm the honcho (The boss)
    The weed from Humboldt County, but the blow came from Toronto
    Open road on that highway, slow lane in the Tahoe
    Roll with them 50 Zone boys but don't fuck with no 5-0 (At all)
    7-6in' with a gang of them Canadians (Yeah)
    We bounce up out that cut and up that Draco at your cranium (Doot, doot)
    When shots rang out, they know we brought out Kimmy K again (Kardash')
    She quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin

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    Composition: Boldy James and Nicholas Craven

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