Boca Raton

[Verse]
Boy, you know how it go
Ima do my thang
Fuck with me
Guarantee make pussy bang
Real nigga, come through let chopper bang
Real nigga Ima do my thang, you already know where them killers hang
I'm coming through, with big pistols ima shoot
Uou know how i do. you fuck niggas ain't gonna do shit
I’m in this bitch, coming thru with my clique
Throwing up that shit. shoot you in yo mothafucking shit
Get up off my dick. real nigga stay running shit
Nigga look at me, and i keep a bad bitch on my dick
Know how it go, like a trapstar stay running shit
You already know i stay gunning shit, come through i stay drumming shit
And i do this shit. fuck nigga get up off my dick
Im real as shit. real nigga put on for clique
Nigga BMB, get money nigga you get (?)
Sorry ass already know who i be, already know get pussy
Ready to go to war, i dont trust demons (?), im a real ass nigga
(?), thats real ass shit
(?), go to work ill murk em all, already got em dead on the floor
Im a real ass nigga, ill make em dead with that finger on the trigger
(?), aim it at your head now you a dead nigga
Make your body paint red like the same color of the blood
I dont give a fuck know what i do, already know ima kill you
Come through with pistol, got the clip ima pistol whip you
(?), real nigga moving them bricks
Get up off my dick, BMB that be the clique, that be the clique
BMB that be the clique, yea that be the clique
BMB that be the clique, that be the clique. that be the clique
Man i do this shit, pussy boy get off my dick
Who you fucking with, droppin them bodys quick

And i do this shit, fuck nigga yeah i do this shit
Thats real nigga shit. come through pop bottle crisp
And im running shit
Step down im coming down, real nigga and im stunting now. q
Uick dont get laid down, know how i get it, young nigga and i stay winning, im out here sinning, just kidding. fuck living, come with choppas, hella pistols, hella grip, pistol grip, put that shit straight to yo lip. make you flip, laughing at you this shit a trip, nigga you ain't crip. you ain't blood nigga stop that shit, boy you not banging, real nigga know where we hanging, theres no explaining. out here just gang banging, throwing lil signs. babygirl you know she fine, you know she mine. young nigga stay on the grind, i stay on the grind. young nigga stay on the grind, i get that time. and im rapping like busta rhymes, talk that shit. fuck nigga get up off my dick, come through with that hollow tip this shit right here make you flip