Boom

作曲: Polo G
(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Uh
We do some expensive stunting, uh
I got this drip from London, uh
Youd think he play in the post from the way that he come off the hip or something, uh
Empty a clip or something
FN make him trip from running
Im speeding, my engine humming
We aint toting these blicks for nothing
Come through and slam on a nigga like Drummond
Im with the cappers, you know how we bummin
Not from Atlanta, Im talking bout losing your top, I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top, now I need sixty-five for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting
Like, boom, we make it hot like its June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you aint leaving with me, I dont know why thats what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real, I aint never had no silver spoon
Running the city, might need me a statue or something, like watch out for Cap if he coming
We with the shits and a tool and I pack like Im plumbing, send a hit just from tapping a button
They wanna know why a young nigga flexing so hard, how he run up that sack all a sudden
Im off a pill, I wont cut her no slack when we ****ing, put dick in the back of her stomach
Now go, rounds blow
Man down, woah
Blow out his mind, gross
Uh, them hitters come out at the nighttime
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
End of the tunnel, he gon see that light shine
Like, boom, we make it hot like its June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you aint leaving with me, I dont know why thats what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real, I aint never had no silver spoon , uh