BOOM! (Bonus)

[Intro]
The rats don't run this city, we do

[Chorus]
Coolin' with my brothas, where the guns at?
Keep 'em in the attic, in the storage, with them dust rats
Choppa on my back, look like a samurai, not in Japan
Trxple7, trxple7, rule the world me and my slatts
I just jumped the table with a glizzy and I bust him up
Real gang shit, might just pop you and your fellow runts
Know I keep it loaded, 30 clip, this the banana one
Whip around in Teslas, model X, like the pill I've done
Pop up, wipe your nose, then I put you in a snooze (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Fuck up on yo' bitch, leave her 'lone up in my room (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Gon' go get a snack, call up Gordon for my food (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shoes are from Balenci, know that's the shit I do (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse]
I don't give no handouts, you could say I'm stingy
My money is strong, I bet your bands, they too flimsy
They just stole my flow, I guess my style way too stringy
My bands way too tall, leave 'em like Yao Ming
A superstar, a supercar, with the true crew
I make all the money every day, I'm in love with blue
I like both my gunners, I can't choose one, both got steady shootin'
1CEY in the booth, and I'm outside countin', Blues Clues
Ice up on my neck, I think I just caught me the flu
I'm always up workin' in the booth, where the fuck are you?
Fuckin' diamond coupe, black diamonds on the coupe
Like a starshooter, I got fuckin' cosmo roof, know I got the stars in the roof
Hahahaha, too rich rich
Makin' all the bands, got 'em salty like the Lays chips
Fucked up on your bitch, make a move and have her naked
Your bitch is a Christian, yeah she mad, cause we fucked with no marriage
Red bottom shoes, got designer on my shoes
Got a whole ass new year function, I been drinkin' extra too
Let the birds out, got the drop top for the roof
Let the birds out, they fly away, screamin' "coo!"
I'm screamin' "boof," 1911 on me, thought you said you bulletproof?
That whole claim was cap, and I knew it
G5 in the sky, know I flew it
Point and you then shoot, and you don't want no war, I'll leave you cold like 1982

[Chorus]
Coolin' with my brothas, where the guns at?
Keep 'em in the attic, in the storage, with them dust rats
Choppa on my back, look like a samurai, not in Japan
Trxple7, trxple7, rule the world me and my slatts
I just jumped the table with a glizzy and I bust him up
Real gang shit, might just pop you and your fellow runts
Know I keep it loaded, 30 clip, this the banana one
Whip around in Teslas, model X, like the pill I've done
Pop up, wipe your nose, then I put you in a snooze (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Fuck up on yo' bitch, leave her 'lone up in my room (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Gon' go get a snack, call up Gordon for my food (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shoes are from Balenci, know that's the shit I do (boom, boom, boom, boom)