Boing Boing (feat. The Seige)
Z-E-R-O-S, that's right
I pay way too much for my flights
I pay way too much on my clothes
I'm just too damn cool for these hoes
Someone please just hand me my phone
So I can get back into my zone
Everyone just leave me alone
I'm just way too lit for this
All I ever wanted was a handful of 100's
All I ever need was a girl who could see the
Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't tryna flex
But I'm shinin' so hard, even blind people see it
Steppin' out the wagon, it's 200 thousand
Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a dragon
That's what you get from a hard day of trappin'
I'm lit, man, it's all just [?]
Don't that shit sound familiar?
Lame-ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver
Can't trust y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls
Nigga, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere
Material shittin' on royalty
Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot gold in your hair
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything
Turn errything
Turn err'thing
Welcome to the land of the greed
Welcome to the home of the slave
Run up in your house while you sleep
What's the number to the muhfuckin' safe?
Niggas goin' from the cradle to the grave
You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave
'Bout to go Django unchained
Girls do anything to get backstage
Turn err'thing up
Money ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
[?] high school friends selling
drugs out the same house where I grew up
That's how you really give back to your community
I don't settle for less than getting what I need
I know people that's locked up for only using weed
How did Hilary get immunity, huh?
Hahaha, I don't know why that's funny
Everyday is Halloween, huh?
Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh?
Load up clips and make a scene, huh?
They puttin' lies on the screen, black and gold everything
We going crazy, we jump around like marines
We rage against the machine, nigga, we the kings
You ready?
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything
Turn errything
Turn err'thing
Turn err'thing
Turn err'thing up
Turn err'thing up
I pay way too much for my flights
I pay way too much on my clothes
I'm just too damn cool for these hoes
Someone please just hand me my phone
So I can get back into my zone
Everyone just leave me alone
I'm just way too lit for this
All I ever wanted was a handful of 100's
All I ever need was a girl who could see the
Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't tryna flex
But I'm shinin' so hard, even blind people see it
Steppin' out the wagon, it's 200 thousand
Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a dragon
That's what you get from a hard day of trappin'
I'm lit, man, it's all just [?]
Don't that shit sound familiar?
Lame-ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver
Can't trust y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls
Nigga, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere
Material shittin' on royalty
Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot gold in your hair
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything
Turn errything
Turn err'thing
Welcome to the land of the greed
Welcome to the home of the slave
Run up in your house while you sleep
What's the number to the muhfuckin' safe?
Niggas goin' from the cradle to the grave
You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave
'Bout to go Django unchained
Girls do anything to get backstage
Turn err'thing up
Money ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
[?] high school friends selling
drugs out the same house where I grew up
That's how you really give back to your community
I don't settle for less than getting what I need
I know people that's locked up for only using weed
How did Hilary get immunity, huh?
Hahaha, I don't know why that's funny
Everyday is Halloween, huh?
Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh?
Load up clips and make a scene, huh?
They puttin' lies on the screen, black and gold everything
We going crazy, we jump around like marines
We rage against the machine, nigga, we the kings
You ready?
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything up
Turn errything
Turn errything
Turn err'thing
Turn err'thing
Turn err'thing up
Turn err'thing up
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Dahl, Preliminary Entry Only Us
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.