(Bonus) FREE BOON ft. Two4pap & BoonBx Lyrics

I'ma rock out with the Peezy or Glizzy

Don't come round me tryna clutch no smitty

We drop that window and drop shit

You know my guys fasho get busy

They ain't on they block like they suspended

But they online beggin' for attetion

Boy get the fuck up out my mentions

When I slide, fat shit be kickin

He can't run from a switch

When we shoot, we hit, we ain't doin' no bricks

When I come from the dip, I'ma drop that shit

And I came from the MUD, I'ma pop my shit

And I'm callin' up cuz its a two man hit

And I know he ain't gon' fold with that switch

Ayy, DooWopp, I know that Glizzy gon' glitch

When we hop out that car, we lookin' for vics

Uh, uh, you're all on my dick Is you feelin' me?

Walk with the drac so it ain't no killin' me

Get down on one knee I'm workin' that mini me

You shittin' me give them fuck niggas a twenty piece

My heart get to racin', My fingers start itchin

He think it's so gangsta, this Glizzy start glitchin

I really saw birds, ain't talkin' bout pigeons

That Bobby say, Whittney just step out the kitchen

G-26, hold 24, hop out the two-door

Don't take cover, hit a few more

Knew I was hot since "Go Mode"

Fye out the Draco

.62 give 'em a halo

Young niggas all about his pesos

We gettin' tired of smokin' that Yayo

Boon in the cut and he rollin' that J-O

I'm in the jects where these fuck niggas don't go

We outside, really thugin'

Keep lookin' and muggin', get shot for bluffin'

Took a L on bread, but fuck it, it's nothin

I bounced back, bitch, my trap be bussin

Brabra sippin on yella it's somethin' like mustard

I'm clutchin' on somethin' that'll put yo' ass under

.300 hittin' so loud, like thunder

This bitch right here gon' stop a Hummer

Big-ass G30S

Four nick, bullets too big, can't stuff it in the Vect

I'm sendin' them shots, they ain't sendin' no text

A lot of niggas gone, I'm wonderin' who next

Bitch, I'm 24Pap, you know I ain't hiding I'm thuggin', I'm outchea in the jects

Tryna put yo' head in yo' lap

It's 249 this shit all facts no cap

Bumpin' that 223

He said he active, but I don't believe it

Niggas ain't keepin' the G

He wanna speak on the beef, but ain't fuckin' with me

Bumpin' that 223

He said he had it, but I don't believe

But niggas ain't keepin' the G

He wanna speak on the beef, but ain't fuckin' with me

But listen, who really active

Who really hop in the car and they post with them wackers

Not nobody claimin' the 5, cause they cappers

Don't nobody hop in that ride, they smackers

Niggas put on

Niggas be snatchin' and flagin' for apps on their phone

Watch how I spray spread like cologne

He wanna do what I do, he a clown, not a clone

But listen

Bangin' with Trey, he crip

We got like 83 shots in this whip

One false move, he gon' slip

We get a hint where he at then we takin' a trip

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Niggas don't slide, needa just get a grip

Catch a shot to the face, I ain't talkin' bout slip

Catch a shot to the face, catch one to the lip

Catch one to the-

Yeah

Uh, uh, uh

It's Boon, it's Boon in the cut