Boomer

[Intro: Kay Glizz]
Are you boomin' for Boomer?
Are you— you boomin' for Boomer, right?
Everybody in your crib know I'm boomin' for Boomer
Are you boomin' for Boomer? That's to the Raq
Everybody on this live that's from BK know that, let's talk 'bout it
And you just posted a flick with a nigga that's smokin' your deads, they all smokin'—
Grrah, frrah-frrah, boom, nigga ([?])
With a nigga that's smokin' your deads, they all smokin' Boomer
Troopers, Troops
Know how the fuck we comin', nigga
Frrah, frrah-frrah, look

[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
Linkin' with niggas who smokin' your deads? Do-bads, no more street cred
Boomin' for Boomer niggas always dead, they never got back and they never got bread
Die 4s, niggas heard what I said
Heard KR be tryna give Jenn Jenn head
We on Chester, one in the dread
Up it and clap and watch them niggas spread
Look, I'm sick of these characters
They always duckin' corn, so they mad at us
Oh, you smokin' bro? It's a massacre
I saw they mans on the floor and I laughed at him
We ain't never goin' tick for tack with 'em
We throw shots and they never get back at us
We four deep movin' hot in the Acura
Let me spot a dummy loafin', we pack 'em up

[Bridge: Kay Glizz]
Grrah
You look like a bo— you heard? You look like a bozo, word to my dead

[Verse 2: Kay Glizz]
These niggas never on timin'
In them wack-ass tracks, they be lyin'
I hit they block and them hollows are flyin', these niggas not even tryin'
Uh, niggas payin' bread to turn Rip
That was basically a buy-in
When I heard the news, I was cryin'
Niggas extortin' this man, like, frrah
KJ lucky he ain't feel this heat
He still loafin' thinkin' shit is sweet
But baby bro home now, safety T's
I guess I'ma leave it in the street
Y'all boomin' for Boomer? That's hard to believe
When y'all always runnin' in y'all P's
And we let it fly, we don't care about D's
Frrah, frrah-frrah, boom

[Verse 3: Nunnie Da III]
Mellz got packed, White Savv dead, Brownsville losin' they mans (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
Quay got shot in his face, oh man
Mellz died, but that should've been lil' Kam (Fuck)
We threw shots and RJ ran, Kai Swerv keep dissin', I think he a fan
We made GSwerv tall ass scram, but bro had us sick 'cause he did it on cam (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
These dirty niggas gotta chill
When we get upset, we go to the Ville (Nigga)
Kooda B a rat and they chill with him still
Gotta watch the Wooos 'cause all them niggas squeal (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Like, Day Glizz ran on Nay, but he always got somethin' to say (White, Nayshawn)
White Savv punchin' niggas in they face (Grrah-grrah)
41, how y'all niggas jackin' Lay? (Grrah-grrah, nigga)
Niggas is do-bads, they got me tight (Nigga)
I cannot wait 'til I see that dyke (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
TaTa pussy, I know he can't fight (Like)
And Jah Woo need to invest in a pipe (On bro)
I'm in the 8-O smokin' on Bango (Fuck)
All that YPF shit to my dick (Grrah-grrah)
Bro shootin' like Django, they better lay low (Grrah-grrah)
'Cause my niggas comin' to blitz (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, nigga)

[Outro: Nunnie Da III]
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