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young pappy - boom lyrics

[intro: young pappy]
boom, boom+boom, b+tch (alright, tfg)
boom, b+tch (ha ha, let’s go strike, yeah)
boom, boom+boom, b+tch

[interlude: young pappy]
it’s young pappy and bu double…
my brother, aha

[verse 1: young pappy]
catch a opp, rob a opp, it’s a payday, b+tch
if a opp catch me lacking, that sh+t day day, b+tch
i rock trues, i rock trues, i rock lay lay, b+tch
i’m screaming, “free larro mac” and “free dre day,” b+tch
i got hoes on my d+ck, them hoes wanna eat my squad
and for the squad, i go hard
them hoes gettin’ cracked like cars
and you will get taxed, no card
catch a n+gga lacking, getting whacked, no rob
shorty get back on god, tell that b+tch to “relax,” don’t starve, hold on
it’s catch a opp, rob a opp, larro made that sh+t
that’s payday sh+t, now everybody say that sh+t
no, i don’t play that sh+t and i fear nothin’
got a silencer on the gun, when i blow you don’t hear nothin’
my ears stuntin’, my ‘fit stuntin’ (i’m stuntin’)
my wrist stuntin’, my b+tch stuntin’ (i’m stuntin’)
b+tch, stop it, i been stuntin’, what i spent on drugs is your rent money
so quit stuntin’, these n+ggas dummies
these n+ggas sweeter than cinnabunnies
n+ggas know i ain’t been for nothin’
and my gucci belt tote the biggest gun
[pre+chorus: young pappy]
it go, “boom!” f+ck?
n+ggas know i’m gon’ bust (gon’ bust)
got a couple hoes gon’ suck (gon’ suck)
and if they drugs, they don’t even know what (know what)
got a desert eagle and that b+tch go “boom!” (boom+boom)
got a couple choppas, it’ll spray the whole room (graat)
got a [?] with a mac, i’ma get the sh+t soon (let’s get it)
a n+gga got guns, same guns off doom (boom+boom)

[chorus: young pappy]
big+ass gun, that’s 30, long+ass clip hold 30
long+ass barrel on the trey, semi+automatic on the ‘k
i be on the pole, where it’s cold, i be on the road, doing shows
i be smoking dope by the oaks and i don’t give a f+ck ’bout the hoes
big+ass gun, that’s 30, long+ass clip hold 30
long+ass barrel on the trey, semi+automatic on the ‘k
i be on the pole, where it’s cold, i be on the road, doing shows
i be smoking dope by the oaks and i don’t give a f+ck ’bout the hoes

[verse 2: bu double & young pappy]
know a n+gga about me, though, i be on the door like peepholes
cross the line like free throws, tell a p+ssy n+gga, “eat those”
got a ego, boost my ego (my ego), put a prince on your head, couple zeroes (let’s get it)
put the pipe to his head, then he froze (f+ck?)
got his homie like, “can’t believe he gone” (boom+boom)
and i’m henogang ’til i die, then sh+t don’t change (l dubb, tfg)
smoking sour d off my window pane (dope, dope, dope)
got the room crowded like it’s finna rain
if you’re in the way, you’re getting changed (boom, boom)
it’s rule changing to the game (cutthroat, ebk, let’s get it)
it’s cutthroat and i play my hand like i was dealt every spades (boom)
i’m from the pole, n+gga, riding around with that pole, n+gga
we catch a opp, we rob a opp, we whack a opp for his gold, n+gga
i’m from the pole, n+gga, riding around with that pole, n+gga
we catch a opp, we whack a opp, my lil’ homies whack grown n+ggas
i just took a lost, a big lost, it don’t matter, i’ma take it
’cause if i catch a n+gga with some sh+t i want, then i’ma take it
smokin’ bob with jamaicans, virgin lungs, they can’t take it
we got guns like the matrix and we all run, we saw an agent
[pre+chorus: young pappy]
f+ck?
n+ggas know i’m gon’ bust
got a couple hoes gon’ suck
and if they drugs, they don’t even know what
got a desert eagle and that b+tch go “boom!”
got a couple choppas, it’ll spray the whole room
got order a new mak’, i’ma get the sh+t soon
a n+gga got guns, same guns off doom

- young pappy lyrics

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