Boom God 2

Lyrics

We gone scoot up, we gone push up bitch, we hoppin' out with sticks It's a blitz Scoot up on a nigga, people askin' questions Like, "what happened to him?", "why he on a stretcher?" Aye, balenciaga's, 1500 dollars, these not sketchers (uh uh) She wanna know why they call me boom god, cause imma bless ya (amen) Oh my fuckin' god, oh my god, OMG! Put a pussy nigga on a t-shirt, I'm major league and you niggas too pee-wee Never broke again, I feel like I'm YB Chose by God, got me askin' like, "why me?" Glizzy on me, pray a fuck nigga try me Your chances to rob me Yayizzle unlikely Imma let it go, 'case they don't get me To cut throat No these niggas ain't with me Imma wife his hoe, like he was sneezing Cameras at the house I can't let 'em sneak me Pussy police down the street tryna peep me Runnin' out the back, toss the pack, gotta flip the scene Codeine-junkie, I'm addicted, I need lean! Drank on my tummy, got perk on my spleen Hit 'me up close, nigga I don't need no beam Get you myself, nigga I don't need no team Martin Luther King-in it, I was there dreamin' You was at school, nigga I was Servín trap fiends Everything third-degree mixtape got no clean Go Yayo OG, fuck a nigga mean? I got the racks, I've been up since 19 Run up on me then I'm uppin my heat Big .223, knock him right off his feet Hall-of-famer, all them records I beat Good Dope volume 3, a mil in a week Won't let 'me take me I put that on 4E Your diamonds too cheap boy them ain't no VV He was cappin, now he on ABC Fafa, Hit him 2 times, now he sleep And one, fuck it nigga make it 3 Make a diss track, get shot if it leaks These fuck niggas know I'm the king of the streets Ain't nan nigga ever put pressure on me We the niggas droppin' shit when it's beef We the niggas get it hot, need AC He got rocked now his ass in a box no capri Spot got hit with a [?] to ask why I had a mask Told 'em I'm finna ski All I wanted was the cash Bitch I've been servin' bags since I was at the skating rink 2014 I was slippin' Easter pink Now I'm mixin' all the red with MGP Trap finals champion, I'm the MVP OG gas with the lean in my therapy All that lil' talkin, he think that he scaring me Up the burner now he on his knees begging' please "Please yayo, don't shoot!" "Nah you was just talkin', you that it was sweet" Too late for apology, bitch ain't no peace Call the police cause this nigga deceased