Boom - Polo G

Goddamn, BJ with another one

), uh

We do some expensive stunting, uh

I got this drip from London, uh

You’d think he play in the post from the way that he come off the hip or

something, uh

Empty a clip or somethin'

FN make him trip from runnin'

I’m speeding, my engine hummin'

We ain’t totin' these blicks for nothin'

Come through and slam on a nigga like Drummond

I’m with the cappers, you know how we bomin'

Not from Atlanta, I’m talking 'bout losing your top, I done seen all them

demons get summoned

Come from the bottom, so I gotta reach to the top, now I need sixty-five for a

frontend

Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds

I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting

Like, boom

We make it hot like it’s June

Turn his white tee to maroon

We put him up like a hot-air balloon

Now they claimin' he left too soon

Like move

Bitch, you ain’t leaving with me, I don’t know why that’s what you assume

Like cool

Deep in that struggle for real, I ain’t never had no silver spoon