Booming X (Freestyle) Lyrics

20, 40, 60, don't stop, ah

Lose track then I know you can't count, ah

Raw rap nigga, I'ma let this bitch pop, ah

AK-47, I can go pop, ah

Mmhmm, don't stop, ah

Got crud, got guns, got wock, ah

Pint and a half, boy we out here sippin shot clock

Packin' the Mac in the back, grabbin' the strap and it's black

Gone since 2015, what happened to act

Shoot a fat streamer, now they askin' what happened to Ak

Tried to hoe a young nigga, so I just had to attack

This off the top, grab the banger, start clappin' his hat

Don't bump your music, lil' nigga, we laughin' at that

Don't come in here, lil' nigga, we wrappin' the pack

Fell in love with a sugar cookie and had me a snack

Sexy ass, thick bitch, hit it while grabbin' her fat

All about her bread and that's why I keep fuckin' with her

I pulled up just to eat, I ain't come for dinner

Everywhere she go, wanna bring me along, so

When she get these strokes and she come, know I'm comin' with her

Yo bitch broke and I see that you be bummin' with her

This is not the end, you should know that I am just beginnin

Countin' so consistently, think we had a money printer

Blicky in my pants, clip hangin' like a fuckin' nigger

20, 40, 60, don't stop, ah

Lose track, then I know you can't count, ah

Raw rap nigga, I'ma let this bitch pop, ah

AK-47, I can go pop, ah

Mmhmm, don't stop, ah

Got crud, got guns, got wock, ah

Clip ain't never graduated, watch it drop out

Who you gon' compare me to? Bitch, I'm incomparable

You be actin' like a ham, that ain't very cool

We be up in every hood, got a nigga scared to move

I remember back when we was doing D.A.R.E. in school

Now I keep an ounce, lil' bro, and I'm darin' you

Ain't scared of the cops, and I ain't scared of you

I can teach a old nigga somethin' that he never knew

Trash-ass rappin, bitch, boy, you sound terrible

If I had it once, then I could get it again

It's somethin' bout me and my heart, I know I'm gifted within

But I still cannot let go of all my ignorant friends

Yeah, I love them, but I hate that they keep livin' in sin

I will never drop a dime, that's why I'm grippin' the ten

You try to disrespect my side, and I start trippin' again

Shorty heard my dick good, she tryna give it a spin

We either fucking or we ain't, bitch, it is what it is

20, 40, 60, don't stop, ah

Lose track, then I know you can't count, ah

Raw rap nigga, I'ma let this bitch pop, ah

AK-47, I can go pop, ah

Mmhmm, don't stop, ah

Got crud, got guns, got wock, ah

If you tryna cop, mm, you can stop by

I'm just tryna get these bands, let me rock out