Polo G - Boom lyrics

[Intro] (12Hunna on the beat) (Goddamn, BJ with another one), uh [Verse 1] 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 somethin' FN make him trip from runnin' I'm speeding, my engine hummin' We ain't totin' these blicks for nothin' Come through and slam on a ni**a like Drummond I'm with the cappers, you know how we bomin' 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 sh*t was disgusting [Chorus] 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 b*tch, 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 [Verse 2] Runnin' the city, might need me a statue or somethin' Like watch out for Cap, 'cause he coming We with the sh*ts and a tool what I pack like I'm plumbin' Send a hit just from tappin' a bu*ton They wanna know why a young ni**a flexing 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 fu*kin' Put dick in the back of her stomach Now, go, rounds blow Man down, woah 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 [Chorus] 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 b*tch, 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