xcut - Boom Boom Lyrics

Pants sticking in between the ass
You know some of these niggas just keep saying things like
They keep talking about me and they don't even know me
And I don't know them
So I'm gonna use this opportunity
To talk to them
My name is XCUT XCUT
I've been saying this cause it's my duty
Stop looking at me Okpolor eyes eyes Dirty
I'm getting high I don't need a barman
I'm getting high I don't need your bar man
Getting all these crispy prints I'm feeling like a barber
That's right clean cut clean XCUT
One love few puff
And I'mma drop a bomb on those niggas
Sounding just like boom boom
Niggas running around like fruitloops
Niggas from Jamaica say bomboclat
When the chicks give them cheeks without removing cloth
I got a golden glock in 12 o'clock
Busting nuts around around the block
It's not your fault
I heard You got balls Lord have mercy
I kick em hard and I won another Ballon d'Or
I don't like when niggas hiding behind the door
Bring the beef save the bullshit
This is just BS
B-side business I'm dead-ass
Like some B-side business
I put in that work and I lord is my witness
I can't fix everything but I'm gon' fix this
I'm drowning I'm mixed up in gun range
Slice a nigga into two pieces
Rest in peace thanks to me you finally got your rest
Attention please I know this is not an airline
But I got deadline to do it faster I gotta skip line
Gun range head shots Stop worrying about is airline
Tiny temper but my temperament got thin line
No call just text me don't test me
They're pissing me off
They're pushing me off to the cliff
And shadows on the earth causing an earth eclipse
I'm exhausted but can't sleep
Send screenshots or better yet send slip
Limousine service if you wanna pick me up
But you can't cause the bars don't ever measure up
I'm outstanding I never fix my errors
Sentence from a girlfriend that is understanding
I'm smiling at the same time I am wildin
Mindful of mean deed
Pow pow must bleed
Life at stake
I do not bid with this nigga
I got ADHD I forget my verses doesn't matter
Zoom past this
Savagery
Split him up like surgery this is poetry
Harder than what you think it's gonna be
I don't need your compliment I don't need your commentary
I need me some haze tree
Roll him up and smoke him up
Time is up my pay is up
Money long can't get enough
I'm on fire pull me up
Life is love I love my life live it up
Turn a beat into a song
Can't turn a hoe into a wife
Turn a wife into a mom
Turn a mob into a bob
Cause I bring light into the world
My weed man never late
My joint been rolled up like sweet and chocolate
It's like boom boom
Niggas running around like fruitloops
Niggas from Jamaica say bomboclat
When the chicks give them cheeks without removing cloth
I got a golden Glock
Boom boom boom