[Chorus: ⭐⭐⭐BOOMER⭐⭐⭐]
Ridin with my niggas
Same shit ain't nothin different
Thankful that I grew up with that father figure
Bitches get to bouncing like Tigger Nigga
Wanna be a singer and a rapper
Gotta earn my wings before the rapture
& you might think that I forgot about my people
If you my homie then I'll see ya when I see ya
[Verse 1: ⭐⭐⭐BOOMER⭐⭐⭐]
Wanna make a song with Justin Bieber
Fuck that I'm going when he tell me where to meet him
Gotta be specific when we ordering for pizza
& with all these girls around me can I get a fuckin breather? hold up
If she say that she don't like me don't believe her
Cause I'm the nicest make her onomatopoeia
You playin games? you want that "Mamma-Mamma Mia"
Alright, come over, here's your controller
You wanna play them games pop in 2K & I'll show ya
I'm a cool lil nigga I woulda been featured on Oprah
Sitting on her sofa or maybe jumping like Tom Cruise
Bout some news I finished school
Expensive books we don't use
I'm just here to tell the truth
Why you rapping bout fake niggas when they realer than you
Nobody was fuckin with me so I made me a booth
In my bedroom & I eat, shit, & sleep in it too
I'm always tryna find out what love is
Thankful I have people to lead me in the right path
I'm always tryna find out what love is
So tell them hoes to get away with they hoeing ass
Them bitches running they mouth
What the fuck they talkin about
Cause we just running 'em out
Yeah we just running 'em out
& I'm never off my grind yo grind rust
In gang we trust
If you lookin for me you can find me, I'm just
[Chorus 2: ⭐⭐⭐BOOMER⭐⭐⭐]
Ridin with my niggas (with my niggas)
Same shit ain't nothin different (nothin different)
Thankful that I grew up with that father figure
Bitches get to bouncing like Tigger Nigga (get to bouncin)
Wanna be a singer & a rapper (& a rapper)
Gotta earn my wings before the rapture (before the rapture)
& you might think that I forgot about my people (bout my people)
If you my homie then I'll see ya when I see ya (when I see ya)
[Verse 2: Bj Beamer]
Two pop-tarts in a pack... that ain't enough
Two hoes in the back... that ain't enough
Henny in my cup... that ain't enough
You need more than luck cause that just ain't enough
Dreams bigger than Godzilla
If I die god trap my soul Bryson Tiller
Reckless redskin I'm kinda devilish
She pop more pills than a Pez dispense
Oh man here she go again
Wilding out tonight with her hoe friends
They only want a nigga if he in a Benz
Niggas only want them if they can bend
8 keys to push I guess you can call it an octave
Special credit medic reppin CG I'm the hot topic
When the car stop the cameras pop out
I get my action shot in the parking lot
Tryna hop out my parking spot
But too many fans are in the way
I can't make out a word that they say
Oh well, anyway
I take out my board and skate
To Neverland right outside of Disney
Don't know what that hoe Tinker Bell say
But some cheese eggs & Naruto would make it a good day
Say what you want come slide with me
May weather in any weather
When the money runs to me like a race
[Chorus 3: ⭐⭐⭐BOOMER⭐⭐⭐, Bj Beamer, Smear]
Ridin with my niggas (with my niggas)
Same shit ain't nothin different (nothin different)
Thankful that I grew up with that father figure (father figure)
Bitches get to bouncing like Tigger Nigga (like tigga nigga)
Wanna be a singer & rapper (& a rapper)
Gotta earn my wings before the rapture (before the rapture)
& you might think that I forgot about my people (bout my people)
If you my homie then I'll see ya when I see ya nigga (when I see ya nigga)
[Verse 3: Smear]
This beat is too easy like most of you hoes
Typing at twitter tweeting all of your woes (sad)
Starving yourself on likes
That's why I'm up on this mic
Could have romantic rides on bikes
Or maybe fun love fights (go outside)
But nah that ain't your style
The type to stay on your dial
Like ouuu hotline bling
Ass can't even sing
This ain't a rant it's a warning
It's going global it's foreign
Try to help woman out
But they sit there & pout
Wondering what men are exactly about (nothin)
About (weird awkward laughing)
Words from a wise man
Women see everything in a man
Like the liars & cheats
Who view you all as treats
But hey that's what they like
Ya'll want dog ass niggas (dogs)
Telling you take a hike
Crying in that tight dress
Let me be your head rest (let me help you out)
Wiping tears from your eyes
Silent sobbing sighs
As I grab on your thighs
On this quest called love
Think I found it in you
Confessing everything girl
So what you wanna do (forreal)
A simple "yes" or a "no"
Control this verses flow
It's the guys like me
Girls find easy (too nice)
Yeah too nice too kind
I need a girl who fine
Not just in body but mind
Who likes to read & write
Not go clubbing & fight
Want to share my life with
This beat bang it's a hit (it's a hit)
[Chorus 4: ⭐⭐⭐BOOMER⭐⭐⭐]
Ridin with my niggas
With my niggas
Same shit ain't nothin different
Thankful that I grew up with that father figure
Father figure
Bitches get to bouncing like Tigger Niggaaaa
Wanna be a singer and a rapper
And a rapper
Gotta earn my wings before the rapture
& you might think that I forgot about my people
If you my homie then I'll see ya when I see ya niggaaaa
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