bigpapicarter - Boom Tat Lyrics

Aye y'all know I love to go flowing on beats that got the boom bap
Bassline Lennon with the heat i call it boom tat
Habitat, with a bitch who f*ck me like an acrobat
Back home so she let me get up on that welcome mat
Back to back, two sessions
Dark complexion, she perfection
Hit the store for the condom section
F*ck that I don't use protection
And I'm sure that shit gon catch up in the future
But right now imma call an Uber PT Cruiser what up
Ha what up

Man I love winning, they should call me Papi Lombardi
Need some Bacardi to party and a quarter pound of Marley
The army, bird sweat gang ft laudy
Broward county got the like oil we Saudi and if you tryna get cloudy
We got the pot brownies
High tide are y'all Downey
Didn't bring indo hoe no I'm not tryna get drowsy
Aye I'm living on another plane, y'all can play the same games far away
Catch me with a blunt and Cuban cafe
That way, you at working at Pei Wei while I'm in the studio crafting diamonds outta clay
And your girl posted up on her knees not to pray
(Nah bro you gotta chill with that shit)

Aye we never gonna stop
Double plat burning crops
Man I represent hip hop
The shit that I drop too hot
(Hit em') Boom Tat

Sun beating down on my face it's a day to celebrate
They dropping and yelling over the shit that I generate
Spark a bowl and I levitate than I regulate
While fakes try to emulate, but them motherf*ckers featherweights
Slow down for a minute know your place
I eat rappers for breakfast like corn flakes
Y'all Micro soft like Bill Gates
And that's word to god I put my hand on the Bible father
Forgive me for killin em this the hip hop revival what up

Yeah we bringing it back
Yeah this that boom tat
Yeah we bringing it back
Yeah this that boom tat boom tat
Bringing it back
This that boom tat
You better get up or get back
Word to the boom tat
Yeah that's word to the boom tat
Yeah that's word to the boom tat
Yeah that's word to the boom tat
Get up or get back
Word to the boom tat