Boom

(12Hunna on the beat)

(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Uh

We do some expensive stunting, 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 something, uh

Empty a clip or something

FN make him trip from running

I'm speeding, my engine humming

We ain't toting these blicks for nothing

Come through and slam on a nigga like Drummond

I'm with the cappers, you know how we bummin'

Not from Atlanta, I'm talking 'bout losing your top, I done seen all them demons get summoned

Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top, now I need sixty-five 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 claiming he left too soon

Like move, *****, you ain't leaving 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

Running the city, might need me a statue or something, like watch out for Cap' if he coming

We with the shits and a tool and I pack like I'm plumbing, send a hit just from tapping a button

They wanna know why a young nigga flexing so hard, how he run up that sack all a sudden

I'm off a pill, I won't cut her no slack when we ****ing, put **** in the back of her stomach

Now go, rounds blow

Man down, woah

Blow out his mind, gross

Uh, them hitters come out at the nighttime

They pop out the cut at the right time

Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying

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 claiming he left too soon

Like move, *****, you ain't leaving 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