Boy Boy
Yeah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Woah
Yeah
I got my back against the world
I got some women talking nice
Aye, that's a slide up in my DMs, woah
Yeah
These little rappers talking slick
Can't keep their girlfriends of my dick
Aye, that's a problem with the man'dem, woah!
Me don't ever talk around, me don't conversate
Me just fucking up the game, burning down the scene
Meanwhile I be making stacks, Dubai with the team
Tripple 5 them boys boy, what the fuck you mean?
Me don't ever fuck around
I slap 'em if they touch the crown
They underrate a nigga 'cause he conscious
I pull up when I hit your town
All you used to run your mouth
But when it's meet up nigga, its only silence
Yeah
You better check me, I'm too reckless these days
These bugs tryna catch the hype of my fucking mattress these days
And fuck the free shit, no more shit about my exes these days
I'm Seri the King, that boy boy
I'm the maddest these days
Aye
Who these niggas talking bout?
Boy boy!
He be burning down the whole fucking scene!
Boy boy, stop!
Everybody wanna try
Boy boy!
He be burning down your whole fucking block
Boy boy!
On some real, nigga, he just took the game
Boy boy!
Digits on his motherfucking name
Boy boy, stop!
He just killed these fucking lames
Boy boy!
He just aiming for the motherfucking top
Boy boy, stop!
Fugazi ass rappers, catch em' lying and such
Can count his friends is all worried 'cause them numbers too tough
He went from couches to hotels, blow ups with Alicia
The Carters and them track suits
Mirror, mirror, he that nigga
Me ain't never skipped a meal, Me just duplicate
Bebe, tell me how you feel, cherry pie, Sade
They ain't never had a dice, me ain't never played
Motherfucker what it is? Get out the fucking way!
I pull up when I hit your block
I deuce it from the highest top
No shaking hands 'cause all you niggas conscious...
My drops got all these suckers fucked
Woke, no more calling hogs
On the front row, your favorite rapper getting bodied
Yeh, you better listen real close right now
I am the realist story that has ever been told right now
So keep your eyes wide open
And your ears even wider
And watch the words that you carry
Me no talking no Mariah
Boy boy
Who these niggas talking bout
Boy boy
He be burning down the whole fucking scene
Boy boy stop
Everybody wanna try
Boy boy
He burning down your whole fucking block
Boy boy
On some real nigga he shook took game
Boy boy
Diggits on his motherfucking name
Boy boy stop
He just killed these fucking lames
Boy boy
He just aiming for the motherfucking top
Boy boy stop
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Woah
Yeah
I got my back against the world
I got some women talking nice
Aye, that's a slide up in my DMs, woah
Yeah
These little rappers talking slick
Can't keep their girlfriends of my dick
Aye, that's a problem with the man'dem, woah!
Me don't ever talk around, me don't conversate
Me just fucking up the game, burning down the scene
Meanwhile I be making stacks, Dubai with the team
Tripple 5 them boys boy, what the fuck you mean?
Me don't ever fuck around
I slap 'em if they touch the crown
They underrate a nigga 'cause he conscious
I pull up when I hit your town
All you used to run your mouth
But when it's meet up nigga, its only silence
Yeah
You better check me, I'm too reckless these days
These bugs tryna catch the hype of my fucking mattress these days
And fuck the free shit, no more shit about my exes these days
I'm Seri the King, that boy boy
I'm the maddest these days
Aye
Who these niggas talking bout?
Boy boy!
He be burning down the whole fucking scene!
Boy boy, stop!
Everybody wanna try
Boy boy!
He be burning down your whole fucking block
Boy boy!
On some real, nigga, he just took the game
Boy boy!
Digits on his motherfucking name
Boy boy, stop!
He just killed these fucking lames
Boy boy!
He just aiming for the motherfucking top
Boy boy, stop!
Fugazi ass rappers, catch em' lying and such
Can count his friends is all worried 'cause them numbers too tough
He went from couches to hotels, blow ups with Alicia
The Carters and them track suits
Mirror, mirror, he that nigga
Me ain't never skipped a meal, Me just duplicate
Bebe, tell me how you feel, cherry pie, Sade
They ain't never had a dice, me ain't never played
Motherfucker what it is? Get out the fucking way!
I pull up when I hit your block
I deuce it from the highest top
No shaking hands 'cause all you niggas conscious...
My drops got all these suckers fucked
Woke, no more calling hogs
On the front row, your favorite rapper getting bodied
Yeh, you better listen real close right now
I am the realist story that has ever been told right now
So keep your eyes wide open
And your ears even wider
And watch the words that you carry
Me no talking no Mariah
Boy boy
Who these niggas talking bout
Boy boy
He be burning down the whole fucking scene
Boy boy stop
Everybody wanna try
Boy boy
He burning down your whole fucking block
Boy boy
On some real nigga he shook took game
Boy boy
Diggits on his motherfucking name
Boy boy stop
He just killed these fucking lames
Boy boy
He just aiming for the motherfucking top
Boy boy stop
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Writer(s): Tobias Breuer, Kelvin Boakye
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