Young Radio - Boomerang Lyrics

I was smoking on squares, looking at her pictures thinking how im gone f*ck her on the first day
Might throw the dick in her like I don't even want it no more
But could you come and give me face I'ont flow off the top, grab the pin & the paper
Smith and Wess in the cut, probably spazz on a hater
One thing thats forsure, I aint going for it
40 gon' sneeze let me gone and blow it
I don't worry bout niggas, I don't chase, not a bitch
Remember them times I had cuffs on my wrist
My locker was empty, I start hittin' lockers
Pulled up on the store man, and f*cked up his profit,
Lil bra got grazed, cause he popped up two niggas
C.I.P. Bop, I still wish I could see ya
Its been about 10, but I'm still missin' Dre,
B.F.M.C gotta ball like 2k, Luhh Phatt in the joint when the f*ck they gon' free ya
Lil Tre, in the joint I can't wait till they free ya
Sauce on me now when I'm pullin' up I was jazzy back then, but I switched it up
If a bitch wanna f*ck, tell that bitch run that paper
These shooters round me at a secret location
Pull up, and hop out, I just did you a favor
Kush in my lung, that Swisher got flavor, I was gone for a while, but I'm back at it

Got em throwin' them shots, well who back catchin
Ain't worried bout nothin', got shotters with me
Kno hoes gon' go everytime they see me
Who was with me the times I was jammed up
When my stomach did flips, I ain't have none
Nonchalant on these hoes, I don't care about em
If it aint about money, why we atill talking
And I put it on Dre, boy dont play with me

Have him fightin' for his life on a I.V

Well, you know the truth, how the f*ck you gon' play me
Face on the news, I did 3 for them cases
How the f*ck do you love me, you kept missin' them visits
Arguin' with me, cus the bitch said she miss me
When I was f*cked up, you ain't help me bounce back
Yea Frog got that time, but he can't give it back
J Scott in the joint, he still facin' life
Scrunch almost home, gotta make sure he right
I still reminisce on the time I was poor
When I ain't have shit, and I stole out them stores
Got them dependin' on me like a thyroid
Now I give them more strength than a steroid
Two hoes with me, now that's a double up
If you tryna catch a play, better pull up
See, niggas was glitchin, like they had a seizure
Paranormal Activity, I'm still fightin' demons
I was f*cked up for a while, now I'm straight
Fell out with my niggaa, I put food on this plate
It is what it is, tried to make sure we stay
Pull up in broad day, buckle him down with a K

Pull up in broad day, buckle him down with a K

Pull up in broad day, buckle him down with a K

Got them comin' through curtains, to see what I'm on
Tell Ezel, get the f*ck out my window
Young Radio, the vibe on the way
I gave them some water like surf hoe
Can't hide, them sticks at the home Incase my P.O pull up, you know I'ma be up the roll
Supercharge V6, when I slide through the city
It move like 8, tryna make it home

A passive aggressor, I was the shooter
Im all on his top, like a noodle bowl
A passive aggressor, I was the shooter
Im all on his top, like a noodle bowl