Stay Boomin

Boy, this my shit, hoe I put a stamp on it
I done ran through a bag a hundred times
I gotta stay movin' Told the label we won't even sign, we gon
stay boomin'
Me and Bro, touch a hundred M's, we gon' stay coolin
When you and your mans link up, that's the state trooper
Fuck the bag up like, dawg, What is they doin?
Can't even make the play twice, What is they provin?
Dawg off a yerk, he always stay booted Put Him in the dirt, he gon' stay suited
If you don't wanna work, you gon' stay foolish I can get a M, this ain't no lil' money

Probably in the field with the real monkeys So much damn sauce, tryna steal from me
Add another script, not a pill junkie I need another four feelin' real muddy
I just wanna link with some real money All my life, I just wanna ball
This my lean flow, you niggas flow Tylenol They be cappin' bout the sauce and they raps

Had to cut em off, put him in that Jam I bet he tell it all
Grove stars, baby, you know we gon' shine I'm really bout it, bout it like I'm big slime
Nah for really, I get busy off of punchlines Probably end your whole career off of one line
Been workin' on my craft verses take time Everybody get they spot, just don't touch mine

I eat your bars like a meal, like a lunch line I do this shit like a job, cause it's crunch time
Crop him out the pic, dog, I don't do middle mannin
I think these bitches set the play cause they can't stand me
I'm just tryna pave a way, feed my whole family Got some trophies on the way, I need a new Grammy

I done ran through a bag a hundred times I gotta stay movin
Told the label we won't even sign We gon' stay boom in
Me and bro touch a hundred M's, we gon' stay coolin
When you and your mans link up, that's a state trooper Fuck the bag up like, dawg, what is they doin'

Can't even make the play twice, what is they provin'



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Writer(s): Cold Marino
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