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trizz - boom, boom lyrics

[chorus: chuuwee]
i’ma pull up in front, i’ma pull up and dump
watch me boom, boom, boom, boom
left some sh-lls 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 sh-lls from the pump

[verse 1: chuuwee]
ay, tell a funny -ss n-gga sit his -ss down
tryna play the cl-ss 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 -ss out
i’m tellin’ you, its hard to sit my -ss down
once he start talkin’ billy bad–ss bad mouth
imma smash out, finna show my -ss
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 p-ss that, n-gga don’t lag
if he dummy -ss fast i’ll show up at yo pad!

[verse 2: trizz]
send u to h-ll as i bring you yo doom. i walk in yo house and then run in yo room
cl!ck clack, boom, boom, boom. this n-gga is crazy this n-ggas a foo
p-ss me the blizzy, a l!ck 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 cl-ss, 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 -ss 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)

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