Mello Buckzz - Boom Lyrics

(Ayy, Jacob, turn me up real quick)
Ayy, look
(It's Kashh)
I'm finna tweak out on this bitch real quick (it's Moni again)
(Blaze)
(Buckzz)
But these all facts, though (go, go)
No bap (go, Chew Chew)
Uh

Blasian ass ain't want no smoke, she ducked her shit when I pulled up (she ducked her shit)
I put VV on her shit and choked her ass up like a duck (I choked that bitch up like a duck)
I beat Juicy baby mama and she like thirty, washed up (that bitch washed up)
Reginta mad I took her nigga and beat her ass in front of him (Haha)
See, if that bitch don't like me, gotta be some reason, 'cause I'm turnt (I'm really her)
But that don't mean that I won't beat your ass or put you on no shirt (put your ass up on a shirt)
What's in my raps, I don't do no bap, I bet these facts gon' have 'em hurt (gon' have 'em hurt)
I told them hoes I'd make 'em viral and I don't gotta do no work

I got my blick out, pull up, hop out, boom
Better not act like you want smoke, this bitch gon' tweak and act a fool (and act a fool)
Tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot shit, he think he cool
I feel like Django with my switch, I'll wet a bitch up like a pool (buckzz)

Bitch, I woke up feelin' merry, let's go 'round this town and spin again (spin again)
Ain't scared to see my opp up at no party, bring them bitches in (them bitches in)
Too quick to pop your granny, watch the car you bitches sittin' in (better watch 'em)
We might just get your mama too, you know we known for switchin' Gens (we switch)
Hit 'em from behind, I'm clappin' buns, say hey to Big Mac
The way he eat my pussy, he could never get his lick back (Can't get his shit back)
Ain't argue with no nigga, f*ck I look like? Where your bitch at? (Boy, where your bitch at?)
This Glock came with a sister, pick your poison, this a mismatch (this bitch a)
These hoes ain't really friends, these hoes don't click, they just be cliqued up (these hoes be cliqued up)
I'm ridin' around with my bitches, windows tinted, bitch, we blicked up (bitch, we)
Talkin' 'bout the rawest in the 'Raq, how the f*ck they skipped us? (How the f*ck they)
The only time our foot ain't on they necks is when they kicked up

I got my blick out, pull up, hop out, boom
Better not act like you want smoke, this bitch gon' tweak and act a fool
Tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot shit, he think he cool
I feel like Django with my switch, I'll wet a bitch up like a pool (buckzz)

Niggas Mickey, can't f*ck with rats, I keep my Mouskatool (rrah, rrah, rrah)
It's merch that Moni spark shit, catch an opp bitch, I might blow a fuse (woo)
Just upped a score, check Citizen, gang put shit on the news (Haha, bitch)
Can't conversate with goofies, no competition, these hoes be bad views (woah)
Bitches snakes, they in the grass, you better cut it low (Cut it, bitch)
Somethin' like Jehovah Witness, bitch, come outside, we knockin' at the door (we at the door)
It's stamped I'm really her, just like dog shit, that shit on the floor (on gang)
Pretty gangster bitches, keep a double cup, Mello pour a four (pour a four)
Bougie and ghetto, you know that we slidin' (skrrt)
Ridin' four deep in an SRT (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Motherf*ckers know that I be with them steppers
We marchin' on beats in these motherf*ckin' streets (rrah, rrah, rah)
Bitches can't argue, they know we the topic
And know that we got it, they got the receipts (rrah)
Mari and Kashh don't play 'bout Da G
Me and Mello could shoot, but we got hands and feet

They know it's play, you lay (Kashh)
They don't come to the park or pop out in the dark
The opps some heights
Get hit like bugs and mice how we come raid the block (lames)
Who chasin' opps?
This AR don't give chances, it give body shots
Who poppin' rocks?
Got granny tryna scope out if it's shots or not
He want Amiris, I want Glocks, lil' pretty bitch, I'm from the block
She got mad 'cause I ain't pressed about that nigga, it's a lot
We don't buy packs of Russian Cream, bitch, we buy 'em by the box
This exotic that I'm smokin' on'll knock you out your socks
I done ran laps around these bitches, head to toe, I'm poppin' shit
Pretty bitch, tote Glocks and shit
Beat a ho up out her 'fit
How you checkin' me and ain't been to the clinic? Check your pants
Pussy goin' through a crisis, but you worried 'bout some dick?

I got my blick out, pull up, hop out, boom
Better not act like you want smoke, this bitch gon' tweak and act a fool
Tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot shit, he think he cool
I feel like Django with my switch, I'll wet a bitch up like a pool (go)

(Chew Chew)