Boom
(Ayo Bleu)
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Two lines 'fore I go red, that's what my youngins say
Tryna leave a nigga dead, kill him, he say, "Pow, the head"
Turned up, I'm full of meds
Tweaked out, tryna peel his head
Boomed up with my gun in hand
Ain't stayin' like I came back from dead
Aim this bitch shoot at his eyes
Resurrection, leave him crucified
Murders on when my niggas slide
Slang that pistol, all you hear is tirеs
Too official, you ain't televised
Cеlebration when a nigga die, all laughs when his family cries
They be screamin', "Fuck the other side" but can't do nothin' with me
Heard that I'm back,
Now I'm droppin' sentence, they reportin' to the city
I say murder already written and any bitch can get it
They know I'm doped up, for sure, I got shottas with me
Yeah bitch and I know when he gon' fuck with me, ain't nobody with me
You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind
Soon as we come, bitch, we gon' leave your soul behind
Xans out, finaa clip but confident that this a soul behind
Soon as I use this bitches' accurate nigga, check out how I'm fine
Turn it lound, I'm on that shit right now
Pow-pow, make a nigga bobby down
Plenty digitals but I'm cockin' with my brother plenty pound
I need that paper, like where it's at? He cappin' out, ah, ah
I told that nigga I ain't want that cat, that pussy fraud, ah, ah
Put her on her tracks, she bringin' it back like safe and sound
Put it in her back,
Pullin' out her tracks, just turn around (Turn around)
I'ma stick her up (Stick her up)
Might lay it down (Might lay it down)
Your bitch and in mornin', I wake her up
Refill my cup, with this muddy, I can't control it
What the fuck is up? You shoot the shit, you do some bogus
Don't tear me down, I need six motors, and it's on it
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Two lines 'fore I go red, that's what my youngins say
Tryna leave a nigga dead, kill him, he say, "Pow, the head"
Turned up, I'm full of meds
Tweaked out, tryna peel his head
Boomed up with my gun in hand
Ain't stayin' like I came back from dead
Aim this bitch shoot at his eyes
Resurrection, leave him crucified
Murders on when my niggas slide
Slang that pistol, all you hear is tirеs
Too official, you ain't televised
Cеlebration when a nigga die, all laughs when his family cries
They be screamin', "Fuck the other side" but can't do nothin' with me
Heard that I'm back,
Now I'm droppin' sentence, they reportin' to the city
I say murder already written and any bitch can get it
They know I'm doped up, for sure, I got shottas with me
Yeah bitch and I know when he gon' fuck with me, ain't nobody with me
You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind
Soon as we come, bitch, we gon' leave your soul behind
Xans out, finaa clip but confident that this a soul behind
Soon as I use this bitches' accurate nigga, check out how I'm fine
Turn it lound, I'm on that shit right now
Pow-pow, make a nigga bobby down
Plenty digitals but I'm cockin' with my brother plenty pound
I need that paper, like where it's at? He cappin' out, ah, ah
I told that nigga I ain't want that cat, that pussy fraud, ah, ah
Put her on her tracks, she bringin' it back like safe and sound
Put it in her back,
Pullin' out her tracks, just turn around (Turn around)
I'ma stick her up (Stick her up)
Might lay it down (Might lay it down)
Your bitch and in mornin', I wake her up
Refill my cup, with this muddy, I can't control it
What the fuck is up? You shoot the shit, you do some bogus
Don't tear me down, I need six motors, and it's on it
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Gregory Martin Sanders, Braylen Rembert
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