Grrah, Boom, Boom, Boom! lyrics

[Intro: YRN Veezo]
Grrah! Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
Yeah... (38 sh*t)
I ain’t tryna talk, we tryna walk down on sh*t
Ayy, suck my di*k, pus*y

[Verse 1: YRN Veezo]
Grrrrrah, boom! Face get split (b*tch!)
I don't do no back and forth, I just load the clip (At all)
He tried to duck, too late—caught him by the hip (Baow!)
Now his mans postin’ pictures like “Damn, he was lit” (Nah he dead, f*ck him)
f*ck your set, f*ck your block, f*ck your dead-ass gang (Boom!)
Y’all ain't never score sh*t, we been made a name (38!)
Pop out that V, I let it bang with no shame (No shame)
Put a switch on the stick, now it spray like rain (Brrt, brrt!)
Ain’t no talkin’ when it’s up—n*gga, come outside (Come outside!)
Last n*gga did, now his momma gotta cry (pus*y!)
He ain't shoot back, he just ran, why you lie? (Why you lie?)
Caught him in designer, made that Off-White fried (Grrrah!)

[Chorus: YRN Veezo]
Grrah! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Boom-boom-boom!)
We don’t aim for lеgs, b*tch, we aim for domes (Baow!)
Catch his lil' brother lackin' whilе he on his phone (Stupid!)
He ain’t know we was watchin', should’ve stayed at home (Dummy!)
Grrah! Boom! Boom! Boom!
That’s how it sound when I’m slidin’ through your zone (Skrrt!)
That’s how it feel when you realize he gone (Facts!)
This that drill sh*t, make a opp turn ghost (38, b*tch!)
[Verse 2: YRN Veezo]
b*tch, I move like a mob boss, real cold blood (Cold!)
Your man's died broke, he ain’t even leave a dub (Damn)
My opps full of b*tches, they ain’t got no guns (No straps)
I let it ring like a doorbell, then run (Boom!)
Put a stick in a Louie bag, ho don't trip (Don't trip!)
I ain't argue on no net, b*tch, I really flip whips (Facts!)
New Glock dirty, but the whip real clean (Skrrt)
And I’m high as f*ck, sippin’ Wock' with the lean (Wock')
Tell the opps come outside, they don’t want war (They scared)
I got my youngins on payroll ready to score (38)
He talk that big sh*t, now he on the floor (Grrah!)
That’s another pack, that’s another four (Roll up!)

[Chorus: YRN Veezo]
Grrah! Boom! Boom! Boom!
We don’t aim for legs, b*tch, we aim for domes
Catch his lil' brother lackin' while he on his phone
He ain’t know we was watchin', should’ve stayed at home
Grrah! Boom! Boom! Boom!
That’s how it sound when I’m slidin’ through your zone
That’s how it feel when you realize he gone
This that drill sh*t, make a opp turn ghost

[Outro: YRN Veezo]
pus*y
Suck my di*k, you broke-ass rap n*ggas
YRN sh*t, we really out here
Boom, boom, boom! (Grrah!)
Your block ain't safe, b*tch