Boom, Boom lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Chorus: Chuuwee]
I'ma pull up in front, I'ma pull up and dump
Watch me boom, boom, boom, boom
Left some shells from the pump
Man this n*gga's a punk, if this n*gga's gone front
Imma hop out the truck, get to shootin' sh*t up
Boom, boom, boom,boom when I pull up in front
Pistol grip pump got me f*ckin' sh*t up
This n*gga's a punk, man this n*gga be frontin'
Boom, boom, boom left some shells from the pump

[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Ay, tell a funny ass n*gga sit his ass down
Tryna play the class clown
Catch fade never back down
Hit 'em with the blackout! blow his whole back out
Bet it knock a n*gga from Scottsdale to Glasgow
In my livin' room sleepin' on a half-pound
Keep a trey pound cause a n*gga sellin' gas now
Sellin' gas, sellin' gas, sellin' gas
Man the weed so loud, n*ggas think I gotta frat house (Wooo!)
Pull up at his dad house, n*gga think he bad now
sh*t, I'm at his pad now
Posted up all day, all summer
Just waitin' for the n*gga but he never brought his ass out
I'm tellin' you, its hard to sit my ass down
Once he start talkin' billy bad-ass bad mouth
Imma smash out, finna show my ass
A hunnid round drum, twelve hunnid all cash
Finna skeet skirt when you see me at the spot
Gotta rock in my sock, gotta wop in my pocket
A Glock in my backpack, ops hit the block
I'll pop at the cops like "BOP n*ggA BOP"
I let yo baby momma gimmie top
You can watch on a blog off top, then get off who you mad at
I been pass that, n*gga don't lag
If he dummy ass fast i'll show up at yo pad!

[Chorus: Chuuwee]
I'ma pull up in front, I'ma pull up and dump
Watch me boom, boom, boom, boom
Left some shells from the pump
Man this n*gga's a punk, if this n*gga's gone front
Imma hop out the truck, get to shootin' sh*t up
Boom, boom, boom,boom when I pull up in front
Pistol grip pump got me f*ckin' sh*t up
This n*gga's a punk, man this n*gga be frontin'
Boom, boom, boom left some shells from the pump

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Send u to hell as I bring you yo doom. I walk in yo house and then run in yo room
Click clack, boom, boom, boom. This n*gga is crazy this n*ggas a foo
Pass me the blizzy, a lick of the booze. I'm clutchin' my tool
I'm loosin my cool. Wavy as f*ck from my head to my shoes
Smokin' and drankin' be faded at school. I was into b*tches
So I never paid attention. Write a verse class, couldn't
Wait to go and spit it, till a teacher took my sh*t cuz
She was hatin' on my writtens. Still I graduated, now I gotta go and get it
If a n*gga wanna trip then i'ma give it to a n*gga, like a thirsty ass b*tch
Tryna give it to a n*gga. The money and the b*tches is so vivid to a n*gga
And these n*ggas wanna hate so I be livid to a n*gga (ahh, Trizz)


[Chorus: Chuuwee]
I'ma pull up in front, I'ma pull up and dump
Watch me boom, boom, boom, boom
Left some shells from the pump
Man this n*gga's a punk, if this n*gga's gone front
Imma hop out the truck, get to shootin' sh*t up
Boom, boom, boom,boom when I pull up in front
Pistol grip pump got me f*ckin' sh*t up
This n*gga's a punk, man this n*gga be frontin'
Boom, boom, boom left some shells from the pump

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