Boom
I said Im riding through the city with them choppas
Pull up we gone light yo whole block up
I said I'm riding through yo city with them choppas
Pull up we gone light yo whole block up
I had hoop dreams I had to put the rock up
Then I got that bag in and I pick the Glock up
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Bitch go Boom Boom
That Bitch go Boom Boom
Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Take his bitch to the room thats a Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Got the big 40 on me
That bitch go boom boom
Boom on a nigga like Donavon Mitchell
Yea you talking all that jazz better hope I miss you
Cant fuck with no bitch that believe in crystals
If you get outta line than Ima blow his temple
Blow yo Brains to the Concrete
And yea Im being Concrete
Man this big 40 is beyond me
You know Im doing more numbers than a time sheet
Yea I been that nigga, and that bitch go Boom on a nigga
Yea Yea Im talking Blake Griffin
Catch yo ass catch yo ass in the D slippin
Catch yo ass slippin nigga
Me I'm never tripping nigga
I aint tripping nigga
Leave a nigga red like Trippy nigga
Uhh Uhhhh Uhhhh
Uhhh Uhh Uh
It go Boom on a nigga
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Bitch go Boom Boom
Boom Boom
Boooooommm
Booooooooooooooooooooommm
Boom
Pull up we gone light yo whole block up
I said I'm riding through yo city with them choppas
Pull up we gone light yo whole block up
I had hoop dreams I had to put the rock up
Then I got that bag in and I pick the Glock up
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Bitch go Boom Boom
That Bitch go Boom Boom
Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Take his bitch to the room thats a Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Got the big 40 on me
That bitch go boom boom
Boom on a nigga like Donavon Mitchell
Yea you talking all that jazz better hope I miss you
Cant fuck with no bitch that believe in crystals
If you get outta line than Ima blow his temple
Blow yo Brains to the Concrete
And yea Im being Concrete
Man this big 40 is beyond me
You know Im doing more numbers than a time sheet
Yea I been that nigga, and that bitch go Boom on a nigga
Yea Yea Im talking Blake Griffin
Catch yo ass catch yo ass in the D slippin
Catch yo ass slippin nigga
Me I'm never tripping nigga
I aint tripping nigga
Leave a nigga red like Trippy nigga
Uhh Uhhhh Uhhhh
Uhhh Uhh Uh
It go Boom on a nigga
That bitch go Boom Boom
That bitch go Boom Boom
Bitch go Boom Boom
Boom Boom
Boooooommm
Booooooooooooooooooooommm
Boom
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Writer(s): Samuel Tate
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