Songtext Boom Polo G

Boom

(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

We do some expensive stunting, uh
I got this drip from London, uh
You think he playing the post the way he come off the hip or something, uh
Empty a clip or something
FN make him drip from running
I'm speeding, my engine humming
We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
Come through and slime on a nigga like drumming
I'm with the cappers, you know how we coming
Not from Atlanta, I'm talking 'bout losing your top, I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom now I gotta reach for the top, need sixty five for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting

Look boom, we make it hot like it's june
Turn his white tee to marroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me, I don't know why that's what you assume
Like boom, 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 'cause 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 fucking, put dick in the back of her stomach
Now glow, rounds blow
Man down, woah
Blow out his mind, gross
Them hitters come out at the night time
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
[?] know he gon' see that light shine

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