Boomin' Banger Lyrics

Shit

Aye man like

I got a couple topics that I wanna talk to you about in this one so

You know

So if it gets kinda weird

You know what I'm saying

Don't think I'm just spewing thoughts

You know what I'm saying It's some real shit

Yeah man

I starting to figure out how lonely it is

Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets

I can do it on my own

No rebounds to this

Take you fuckery elsewhere

Reroute the shit

Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is

Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets

Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it

Bout to through you niggas out on some bouncer shit

Hold it down, homie

Hold it down now

Them haters love to talk

And I love to drown out

You was supposed to be my homie

That ain't what I found out

Heard it through the grapevine

That you been running your mouth

Benefit of the doubt

I just couldn't go by that

'Til I seen it first hand

I'm like "That can't be my mans"

I just couldn't understand

I thought you was with the clan

I took you in like you was fam

But all you did was slow the plan

Damn

Nightmare new to division

Confusing my vision

Thought you would be the main one

Sticking through with the mission

Either live with the clan

Or nigga sleep with the fishes

You ain't with it, oh well

We ain't speaking no wishes

Pro

I starting to figure out how lonely it is

Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets

I can do it on my own

No rebounds to this

Take you fuckery elsewhere

Reroute the shit

Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is

Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets

Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it

Bout to throw you niggas out on some bouncer shit

Your bitch jumped back on my dick

Yeah she re-mounted it

Smoking on that sticky shit

Yeah I got pounds of it

G-17 let off a couple rounds with it

I'm more talented than you, no way you could down my shit

Uh, Shine D got your seat like wassup

You got a problem you can nut up

I'm getting Milwaukee Bucks up

Pro-FYL go far like a trucker

You must die like you John Tucker

I can rap fast like I'm Busta

You smell like ass you a buster

I got the sauce honey mustard

Ain't no pressure like Romo

Your girl topped me in slow mo

Ring her bell Quasimodo

I got that razor no moto

It's my world like Jojo

Young Pro with a old soul

I'm a dragon, no Komodo

Que sera sera, Acapulco

I starting to figure out how lonely it is

Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets

I can do it on my own

No rebounds to this

Take you fuckery elsewhere

Reroute the shit

Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is

Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets

Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it

Bout to throw you niggas out on some bouncer shit