B.O.M.
Ain't learn from mistakes
Been fucking up
But I still ain't gon pour up
No double cup
I might roll me a spliff
Pour the bubble up
If you bet on me
Just put a hundred up
Shawty bad
She ain't gotta tummy tuck
We the ones
You prolly get runner up
Spanish shorty she calling me papi
And she love it
When I call her mami
I can fuck with her
If she give toppy
Put her hands in the air like she rocky
Got her riding the dick
Like a jocky
So much ice
I might try out for hockey
She just hate it
She calling me cocky
I'm just confident
How can you knock me
I'm the only one
How can you copy
Build a empire just like Taraji
And I love it
When she call me baby boy
Know some niggas ain't kidding
But play with toys
Put some bread on ya biscuit
For making noise
Gotta watch out for niggas
That's playing coy
They might catch niggas slipping
Like isle 4
Get some d
I'm like bitch what you crying for
Flow is dope
Niggas might do a line for it
Know that nigga a nut
Like a almond joy
Switch up the flow make it better
Bitch I be hot
It don't matter the weather
She on the top
Like the dear in a letter
Feel like a deli
I'm stacking this cheddar
Shoutout to brodie
He keeping his head up
Roll up da dodie
Feel light as a feather
I'm with a shawty
We sticking together
Foot on the gas
And nigga I sped up
I told my nigga I'm never gon let up
I told my nigga I'm never gon fold
He not a stripper
He came with them polls
Yeah he a killer
He aim at your bros
Brodie my slime
He wiping his nose
Ain't in my prime
I ain't even old
I'm bout to shine
Like silver and gold
I'm on my grind
Im back in the mode
Ain't learn from mistakes
Been fucking up
But I still ain't gon pour up
No double cup
I might roll me a spliff
Pour the bubble up
If you bet on me
Just put a hundred up
Shawty bad
She ain't gotta tummy tuck
We the ones
You prolly get runner up
Spanish shorty she calling me papi
And she love it
When I call her mami
All you niggas be talking
Be dumb as fuck
All you bitches be talking
Be all a duck
Always talking that shit
Like it's quack quack
They like mir
You really can rap rap
All that shit
That he talking is cap cap
I just hopped in my bag
Like a backpack
Get a hundred
And nigga I stack that
And I stack that
And I stack that
Nigga that's fact
I ain't never to lie
Too cold
Like I'm up in the Chi
Heart cold
Niggas left me to dry
All eyes
Like I'm pac in his prime
All odds
I just had to survive
No keys
When the whip is in drive
No pleas
Gotta stand by your guys
God please
Put my hand in the sky
Two g's
Put your man on a shirt
Too g
I put loyalty first
Two knees
And she saying it hurt
Guap guap
Put my toes in reverse
Flow sick
I might need me a nurse
Flow sick I might need me doc
Can't miss
When I pick it it pop
Hit hard so I'm stacking my knots
And they want me to stop
But I'm never gon stop
Been fucking up
But I still ain't gon pour up
No double cup
I might roll me a spliff
Pour the bubble up
If you bet on me
Just put a hundred up
Shawty bad
She ain't gotta tummy tuck
We the ones
You prolly get runner up
Spanish shorty she calling me papi
And she love it
When I call her mami
I can fuck with her
If she give toppy
Put her hands in the air like she rocky
Got her riding the dick
Like a jocky
So much ice
I might try out for hockey
She just hate it
She calling me cocky
I'm just confident
How can you knock me
I'm the only one
How can you copy
Build a empire just like Taraji
And I love it
When she call me baby boy
Know some niggas ain't kidding
But play with toys
Put some bread on ya biscuit
For making noise
Gotta watch out for niggas
That's playing coy
They might catch niggas slipping
Like isle 4
Get some d
I'm like bitch what you crying for
Flow is dope
Niggas might do a line for it
Know that nigga a nut
Like a almond joy
Switch up the flow make it better
Bitch I be hot
It don't matter the weather
She on the top
Like the dear in a letter
Feel like a deli
I'm stacking this cheddar
Shoutout to brodie
He keeping his head up
Roll up da dodie
Feel light as a feather
I'm with a shawty
We sticking together
Foot on the gas
And nigga I sped up
I told my nigga I'm never gon let up
I told my nigga I'm never gon fold
He not a stripper
He came with them polls
Yeah he a killer
He aim at your bros
Brodie my slime
He wiping his nose
Ain't in my prime
I ain't even old
I'm bout to shine
Like silver and gold
I'm on my grind
Im back in the mode
Ain't learn from mistakes
Been fucking up
But I still ain't gon pour up
No double cup
I might roll me a spliff
Pour the bubble up
If you bet on me
Just put a hundred up
Shawty bad
She ain't gotta tummy tuck
We the ones
You prolly get runner up
Spanish shorty she calling me papi
And she love it
When I call her mami
All you niggas be talking
Be dumb as fuck
All you bitches be talking
Be all a duck
Always talking that shit
Like it's quack quack
They like mir
You really can rap rap
All that shit
That he talking is cap cap
I just hopped in my bag
Like a backpack
Get a hundred
And nigga I stack that
And I stack that
And I stack that
Nigga that's fact
I ain't never to lie
Too cold
Like I'm up in the Chi
Heart cold
Niggas left me to dry
All eyes
Like I'm pac in his prime
All odds
I just had to survive
No keys
When the whip is in drive
No pleas
Gotta stand by your guys
God please
Put my hand in the sky
Two g's
Put your man on a shirt
Too g
I put loyalty first
Two knees
And she saying it hurt
Guap guap
Put my toes in reverse
Flow sick
I might need me a nurse
Flow sick I might need me doc
Can't miss
When I pick it it pop
Hit hard so I'm stacking my knots
And they want me to stop
But I'm never gon stop
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Writer(s): Jamir Lawton-scott
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