Lyrics Burna Bandz – Hooligans

Aye
Gotta say a word, you niggas know what’s up
These bitches know what’s up
This city know what’s up

Boss face, sign the shoes, sign me up
Havoc on the beat, bitch

Boss face, boss face
Aye, aye

Don’t gotta say a word, these niggas know what’s up
I don’t gotta say a word, these bitches know what’s up
Wash face on my chance so she gon’ suck me up
Pockets full of bands that ain’t loaded up
One in the brain like who this nigga? I ain’t familiar
Niggas movin’ froggy nigga, I ain’t feelin’ ya
Louis V run a zombie ain’t no Louis Vuittons
And my niggas, they some foolies, they some hooligans

Walk up in this bitch, drippin’ with a semi tucked
Don’t gotta say a word, these niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us
You know I do it for the gang, you know they show me love
Rollin’ with them monsters la familiar
Told her do that gang, bitch, I ain’t feelin’ her
These bitches love my swag, they say I’m feelin’ ya
X-D by my belt you know I stay with her
City grimy, nigga, don’t you get left on the curb
If rosé the word, best believe you see this burna
See that line, don’t you cross it, don’t get any further
In the party with some demons, that’s gon’ really turn up
Junkies in the track, nigga it’s time to stir up

Don’t gotta say a word, these niggas know what’s up
I don’t gotta say a word, these bitches know what’s up

Ain’t gotta say a word, they still know who we are (They know)
Got this city buzzin’, said we superstars
And I just want a foreign, need a supercar
My youngin’ got his stoley rolling through the dot
He say that we be beefin’ I’m like «Who is ya?»
Just watch out when we creepin’
Don’t be sleepin’, don’t be stupid, yeah
Bunch of youngins’, they ain’t even workin’ but they do the job
Stain gang, but if police ask I don’t know who got robbed
If Was Gang in the party, it’s a turn up (Turn it up, turn it up)
Always keep a burner, shout out burner (Burner Bandz)
My squad, we it for real, we really do this shit
The whole city know what’s up, they say we hooligans

Don’t gotta say a word, these niggas know what’s up
I don’t gotta say a word, these bitches know what’s up
Wash face on my chance so she gon’ suck me up
Pockets full of bands that ain’t loaded up
One in the brain like who this nigga? I ain’t familiar
Niggas movin’ froggy nigga, I ain’t feelin’ ya
Louis V run a zombie ain’t no Louis Vuittons
And my niggas, they some foolies, they some hooligans