Boomerang (Whatchu Been Doin)

[Intro]
Boy watchu been doin’
Boy watchu been doin’, doin’
Boy watchu been doin’, doin’
Boy watchu been doin’, doin’
Boy, boy, boy watch been doin’

[Verse 1]
You know how I do
Everything that I drop now is that hot new
But, I plan on being here for a minute
I see these other niggas in the drive-thru
Everyday I thank God that I’m not you
I wake up and think: “Damn, what you Pac do?”
Look, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me
‘Cause I’ll lay a nigga down if I got to
Watchu say
Fuck I gotta front for
Make the phone call, send a couple to your front door (Gagagaga)
It ain’t nothing if you want war
Believe that, but listen that ain’t what I come for
I said I’m baring my soul, showing my heart
They come at my neck, they pick at my flaws
I slipped
I fell
I pick up my cross
I say: “It happens”
We moving like Gods
Made it out the hood
What are the odds
Now I’m in power, broke a 48 laws
I record in the crib, in the booth in my drawers
They can’t walk in my shoes, shit in my store
Talking ‘bout me, they got some [?]
Chris and Cliff, bitch I’m a Paul
We don’t love these hoes, ‘cause these hoes ain’t know us
‘Less she drop it to the floor, make a round of applause like:
Go on make it clap for a nigga
Go on make it clap for a nigga
Bad bitch, everyone that rap wanna get her
3 bottles of Ace
That’s a stack for the liquor
‘Cause I just saw Meek throw 30
And I just wanna fit in
I should be happy just to make it to the league, right?
Nah, then you won’t even get in
Girl, I don’t know who he is, but he sure good looking
Got the cops and promoters, both tryna book him
Got my niggas and the chef, both of them cooking
Fucked 2 bad bitches, told ‘em both good looking
Lord
I know it’s hard right now
My nigga, and I feel for ya
The game got’ be mine for a minute, but
I might leave it in my wheel for ya
Ayy

[Chorus]
Watchu been doin'
Boy, watchu been doin'
I’ve been in this club all night
Baby, I been in this club all night
I told you I was here on business
She said: “I’m tryna fuck”, all right
Baby, watchu been doin'
Look, I’m who it is
I’m putting on for the crib
Watchu been doin'
Thinking ‘bout these hoes that I fucked
And all the lives that I’ve ruined
Watchu been doin'

[Verse 2]
What it looking like
Remember, I couldn’t get a thousand on a good night
Man, I dropped a couple songs
It’s the hood life
And like that, overnight, it just took flight
Now I get paid before I even lay the verse down
‘Cause I body everything
I should drive a Hertz around
Women pull they panties off, before they put their purchase down
Niggas payin’ bread, just to see the boy in person now
Niggas, wassup
I can see them niggas hurting now
Not a DJ, but I can see the table turnin’ now
Fuck ‘em all
Tell ‘em take a person out
First floor
Only thing that I’m worried ‘bout
Left mama in the crib, turn the [?] now
She went to the riverside, just to lay the [?] down
Fontaine
I’m the nigga that they heard about
Wasn’t sure before, but I know that they’re for certain now
I read the magazines
They overrate niggas
Put them in the booth with me and I erase niggas
Bunch of dick-riders
Man, I hate niggas
But I’mma put ‘em in their place
I’m a gravedigger
I brought the music to ‘em
They tried to play niggas
Now when the label come around, I’mma rate niggas
I’m twice as good, I want double what you pay niggas
If you hesitate, I’mma triple it, play with us
I said 1.5, they said the boy lost it
I want more than more than my forefathers was all offered
Cop a oldschool, drive it all awkward
Tryna be Paul Wall, pray I don’t get Paul Walker’ed
Come in, killing shit like Jamal Crawford
These new artists is all garbage and all talkers
Fuck ‘em
I’m here now, who gon’ stop us
Our Father
Who are in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed be my [?]
Say a hundred Hail Marys while I [?]
Still sing Marvin Gaye, while I hold my bitch
I’m a old school player, they don’t know ‘bout this
Pussy nigga don’t be reaching for no pound
‘Cause you not my man
I take pride in my shit
Mufasa’s clan
Got these niggas jelly, ‘cause I’m who got the jam
Shit banging like a two-year old with two pots and pans
They say: “Boy you too fly, you got to land” 
Pardi Fontaine, nigga who hot to damn
Bitches throw pussy at me like a boomerang
Darling, I’m the new Marcus Graham

[Outro]