Boom

12Hunna on the beat

(G-g-god damn, BJ with another one) uh

We do some expensive stuntin', uh
I got this drip from London, uh
You'd think he play in the post from the way
That he come off the hip or somethin', uh
Empty a clip or somethin'
FN make him trip from runnin'
I'm speedin', my engine hummin'
We ain't totin' these blicks for nothin'

Come through and slam on a nigga like Drummond
I'm with the cappers, you know how we bomin'
Not from Atlanta, I'm talkin' 'bout losin' your top
I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom, so I gotta reach to the top
Now I need 65 for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting

Like, boom, we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot-air balloon
Now they claimin' he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leavin' with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon

Runnin' the city, might need me a statue or somethin'
Like watch out for Cap, 'cause he comin'
We with the shits and a tool what I pack like I'm plumbin'
Send a hit just from tappin' a button
They wanna know why a young nigga flexin' so hard
How he run up that sack all the sudden?
I'm off a pill, I won't cut her no slack when we fuckin'
Put dick in the back of her stomach

Now, go, rounds blow, man down, whoa
Blow out his mind, gross
Uh, and them hitters come out at the nighttime
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumpin' out of that pipe flyin'
End of the tunnel, he gon' see that light shine

Like, boom, we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot-air balloon
Now they claimin' he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leavin' with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon, uh