boom boom boom ft. Ceekay Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

I drop a rack tell my shoota go catch him a hat

He come back wit a brain in his hand

When we finished wit that we gon need a new pack

And we spinning right back and we aim at yo mans

I pulled up wit gang and if you wanna problem

Then we get the sticks out the back of the van

Already know dat my shooter gon step

When i tell em they all gon get paid in advance

All of my shootas get paid in advance

We finna spin on a nigga I slide in the sprinter and hang out the back of the van

All of my diamonds be shinin they hittin that nigga kept looking now he in a trance

We hit a stain on a nigga he say he gon pop me I won't even give him a chance

No tiktok bullets makin him dance

The police ain't finna catch up to no hellcat

So when we see em we going right pass

Already know that it's on me

Whenever I step in the party don't check in my pants

Know that we spin on the oops wit dem chops

And we wipin they blocks wit dem mops now they praying

Whenever we spin then dem boys get to talking to cops

Yeah dem boys get to talking to feds

I had to pull out the stick on a nigga I up and that lil nigga dead

They know that imma real shoota when I get to busting I'm hitting a fuck nigga head

And he tryna run so I'm callin up griz get to chasin he hittin a fuck nigga legs

He say he steppin on ceekay that shit in his dreams we makin a fuck nigga beg

Real top shotta pull up wit that choppa and it go boom boom boom

Come to yo door knock knock next thing you know them killas in yo room

Y'all don't step foreal don't really got no killas in y'all crew

Dem killas pull up shoot

And they leave it red just for some blue

Already know what they ridin round in

So you know when I see the lil car Imma shoot

He like to holla get killed for some dollars

They call up his mama they callin his dukes

Say you want smoke then it's up for forever like heaven

You know we ain't callin no truce

I think that they mad cuz I'm running up cash

Put a opp in a wood now I'm calling em groot

Say he a opp I'm like "who you"

Hit him in his body right it smell like doodoo

Drank up my nut like she sippin a yoohoo

That nigga pussy we get him a tutu

I just rock out wit the stick like guitar

AR wit a scope you get hit from afar

That lil nigga want smoke he get put in a gar

Tryna walk his ass down ian using a car

They say my drip on me different

She like how i hit it she told me my dick up to par

My niggas dressed in all black

When we come from the back get to shooting ain't talkin a star

And I'm finna hit me a lick i just bought a new stick

We gon kick in his door in the dark

Told a fuck nigga "don't play"

Cuz I swear he gon lay, wtf do I look like a park?

Damn