inflate

[Intro: boolymon]
(Bih', come on, let' go)

[Verse 1: boolymon]
Bro said, "Let's inflate"
I put yo' mans on a plate
Smoke them boys, we skate
We take 12 on high-speed chase (Skrrt)
These boys be so gay
Bitch keep askin' if I'm okay (Okay)
Give a fuck about the weight
These boys broke, they get no pay
Okay, let that ho' get left, I ain't want that lil' bitch anyway
Shoot like Steph, yeah, shoot like Steph, but I dunk like Shaq when I'm in the paint
Pop that X, I feel refreshed, when I pop that X, feel like new day (Fuck your dead family, nigga)
Feel like Che, yeah, feel like Che, yeah, with his block, his ass got baked
.223s just bake his ass, yeah, he hot like easy bake oven (Bake his ass)
.223s make him hit them feet, yeah, I swear to God, he start runnin'

[Verse 2: perubaby]
She think she the shit 'cause she look good, but got no money
Bi-bi-bitch, I'm with bro, at the show, make 'em jump like bunny
They think that they flowin' but them balloons already [?]
That's my pockets, mind yo pockets, boy, yo shit is way too ugly (Way too ugly)
(Bitch, bitch, what?)
Yeah, I fly through the air, hit you with forearm, I'm like AJ
Bitch just want me to stay, ay, I already fucked, I had to vacate
Me and Booly got the Glock, hit his ass, make him nae-nae
Bitch, I go up like [Le-Le?]
She say, "Peru way too cray-cray"
Nino open the mystery box, fucked around and got him an AK
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, just say that
You know peru be gettin' to the pay, pay
Fuck [?] bitch, I hit him with melee
Me and KRBY spin block on segue
(Bitch, bitch, fuck your dead family nigga)

[Verse 3: Jugnino]
We spin his block, [?]
Pop my shit, just like Stone Cold
She love pints, I don't do blow
Creepin' up, bitch, I'ma tiptoe
We in Ricks, fucked up my big toe
He not nun, he ain't on shit though
He not nun, get hit with stick, bro
[?] got his check, that boy got hit in the motherfuckin' chest
I'm that guy with the motherfuckin' TEC
She call me "Bro," she just project
Fuck a job, my jump trampin'
He got stick, turned into a fraction
Stick in the Rick, yeah, I love fashion
Ridin' in the coupe, yeah, yeah, I'm crashin'
Call of Duty, my stick got attachment
Switch, on God, this stick not average
Servin' my cup, yeah, yeah, I'm crashin'
Poppin' these pills, I feel fantastic
Wipe he nose, he need napkin, yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout action
Yeah, yeah, I ain't cappin'
Bitch, I'm swingin', with Bo Jackson