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