Boomin' Banger

Shit Aye man like I got a couple topics that I wanna talk to you about in this one so You know So if it gets kinda weird You know what I'm saying Don't think I'm just spewing thoughts You know what I'm saying It's some real shit Yeah man I starting to figure out how lonely it is Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets I can do it on my own No rebounds to this Take you fuckery elsewhere Reroute the shit Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it Bout to through you niggas out on some bouncer shit Hold it down, homie Hold it down now Them haters love to talk And I love to drown out You was supposed to be my homie That ain't what I found out Heard it through the grapevine That you been running your mouth Benefit of the doubt I just couldn't go by that 'Til I seen it first hand I'm like "That can't be my mans" I just couldn't understand I thought you was with the clan I took you in like you was fam But all you did was slow the plan Damn Nightmare new to division Confusing my vision Thought you would be the main one Sticking through with the mission Either live with the clan Or nigga sleep with the fishes You ain't with it, oh well We ain't speaking no wishes Pro I starting to figure out how lonely it is Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets I can do it on my own No rebounds to this Take you fuckery elsewhere Reroute the shit Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it Bout to throw you niggas out on some bouncer shit Your bitch jumped back on my dick Yeah she re-mounted it Smoking on that sticky shit Yeah I got pounds of it G-17 let off a couple rounds with it I'm more talented than you, no way you could down my shit Uh, Shine D got your seat like wassup You got a problem you can nut up I'm getting Milwaukee Bucks up Pro-FYL go far like a trucker You must die like you John Tucker I can rap fast like I'm Busta You smell like ass you a buster I got the sauce honey mustard Ain't no pressure like Romo Your girl topped me in slow mo Ring her bell Quasimodo I got that razor no moto It's my world like Jojo Young Pro with a old soul I'm a dragon, no Komodo Que sera sera, Acapulco I starting to figure out how lonely it is Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets I can do it on my own No rebounds to this Take you fuckery elsewhere Reroute the shit Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it Bout to throw you niggas out on some bouncer shit