Boom (Explicit)
[00:00.31]Polo G - Boom (Explicit)
[00:01.18]Written by：Taurus Bartlett
[00:01.99]Composed by：Taurus Bartlett
[00:14.63]We do some expensive stunting uh
[00:16.71]I got this drip from London uh
[00:18.71]You'd think he play in the post from the way
[00:20.39]That he come off the hip or something uh
[00:22.31]Empty a clip or something
[00:24.11]FN make him trip from running
[00:25.86]I'm speeding my engine humming
[00:27.71]We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
[00:29.41]Come through and slam on a n***a like Drummond
[00:31.26]I'm with the cappers you know how we bummin'
[00:33.23]Not from Atlanta I'm talking 'bout losing your top
[00:35.23]I done seen all them demons get summoned
[00:36.90]Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top
[00:38.94]Now I need sixty-five for a frontend
[00:40.70]Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
[00:42.41]I was so broke man that s**t was disgusting
[00:44.40]Like boom we make it hot like it's June
[00:46.81]Turn his white tee to maroon
[00:48.17]We put him up like a hot air balloon
[00:50.14]Now they claiming he left too soon
[00:51.91]Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
[00:54.01]I don't know why that's what you assume
[00:55.73]Like cool deep in that struggle for real
[00:57.76]I ain't never had no silver spoon
[00:59.44]Running the city might need me a statue or something
[01:01.56]Like watch out for Cap' if he coming
[01:03.18]We with the s**ts
[01:03.85]And a tool and I pack like I'm plumbing
[01:05.42]Send a hit just from tapping a button
[01:06.89]They wanna know why a young n***a flexing so hard
[01:09.02]How he run up that sack all a sudden
[01:10.69]I'm off a pill I won't cut her no slack
[01:12.38]When we f**king
[01:12.89]Put d**k in the back of her stomach
[01:14.45]Now go rounds blow
[01:18.05]Man down woah
[01:19.55]Blow out his mind gross
[01:21.99]Uh them hitters come out at the nighttime
[01:24.04]They pop out the cut at the right time
[01:25.91]Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
[01:27.56]End of the tunnel he gon' see that light shine
[01:29.41]Like boom we make it hot like it's June
[01:31.71]Turn his white tee to maroon
[01:33.12]We put him up like a hot air balloon
[01:35.12]Now they claiming he left too soon
[01:36.99]Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
[01:38.96]I don't know why that's what you assume
[01:40.68]Like cool deep in that struggle for real
[01:42.70]I ain't never had no silver spoon uh
[00:01.18]Written by：Taurus Bartlett
[00:01.99]Composed by：Taurus Bartlett
[00:14.63]We do some expensive stunting uh
[00:16.71]I got this drip from London uh
[00:18.71]You'd think he play in the post from the way
[00:20.39]That he come off the hip or something uh
[00:22.31]Empty a clip or something
[00:24.11]FN make him trip from running
[00:25.86]I'm speeding my engine humming
[00:27.71]We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
[00:29.41]Come through and slam on a n***a like Drummond
[00:31.26]I'm with the cappers you know how we bummin'
[00:33.23]Not from Atlanta I'm talking 'bout losing your top
[00:35.23]I done seen all them demons get summoned
[00:36.90]Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top
[00:38.94]Now I need sixty-five for a frontend
[00:40.70]Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
[00:42.41]I was so broke man that s**t was disgusting
[00:44.40]Like boom we make it hot like it's June
[00:46.81]Turn his white tee to maroon
[00:48.17]We put him up like a hot air balloon
[00:50.14]Now they claiming he left too soon
[00:51.91]Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
[00:54.01]I don't know why that's what you assume
[00:55.73]Like cool deep in that struggle for real
[00:57.76]I ain't never had no silver spoon
[00:59.44]Running the city might need me a statue or something
[01:01.56]Like watch out for Cap' if he coming
[01:03.18]We with the s**ts
[01:03.85]And a tool and I pack like I'm plumbing
[01:05.42]Send a hit just from tapping a button
[01:06.89]They wanna know why a young n***a flexing so hard
[01:09.02]How he run up that sack all a sudden
[01:10.69]I'm off a pill I won't cut her no slack
[01:12.38]When we f**king
[01:12.89]Put d**k in the back of her stomach
[01:14.45]Now go rounds blow
[01:18.05]Man down woah
[01:19.55]Blow out his mind gross
[01:21.99]Uh them hitters come out at the nighttime
[01:24.04]They pop out the cut at the right time
[01:25.91]Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
[01:27.56]End of the tunnel he gon' see that light shine
[01:29.41]Like boom we make it hot like it's June
[01:31.71]Turn his white tee to maroon
[01:33.12]We put him up like a hot air balloon
[01:35.12]Now they claiming he left too soon
[01:36.99]Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
[01:38.96]I don't know why that's what you assume
[01:40.68]Like cool deep in that struggle for real
[01:42.70]I ain't never had no silver spoon uh
Polo G - Boom (Explicit)
Written by：Taurus Bartlett
Composed by：Taurus Bartlett
We do some expensive stunting uh
I got this drip from London uh
You'd think he play in the post from the way
That he come off the hip or something uh
Empty a clip or something
FN make him trip from running
I'm speeding my engine humming
We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
Come through and slam on a n***a like Drummond
I'm with the cappers you know how we bummin'
Not from Atlanta I'm talking 'bout losing your top
I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top
Now I need sixty-five for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke man that s**t was disgusting
Like boom we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon
Running the city might need me a statue or something
Like watch out for Cap' if he coming
We with the s**ts
And a tool and I pack like I'm plumbing
Send a hit just from tapping a button
They wanna know why a young n***a flexing so hard
How he run up that sack all a sudden
I'm off a pill I won't cut her no slack
When we f**king
Put d**k in the back of her stomach
Now go rounds blow
Man down woah
Blow out his mind gross
Uh them hitters come out at the nighttime
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
End of the tunnel he gon' see that light shine
Like boom we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon uh
Written by：Taurus Bartlett
Composed by：Taurus Bartlett
We do some expensive stunting uh
I got this drip from London uh
You'd think he play in the post from the way
That he come off the hip or something uh
Empty a clip or something
FN make him trip from running
I'm speeding my engine humming
We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
Come through and slam on a n***a like Drummond
I'm with the cappers you know how we bummin'
Not from Atlanta I'm talking 'bout losing your top
I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top
Now I need sixty-five for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke man that s**t was disgusting
Like boom we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon
Running the city might need me a statue or something
Like watch out for Cap' if he coming
We with the s**ts
And a tool and I pack like I'm plumbing
Send a hit just from tapping a button
They wanna know why a young n***a flexing so hard
How he run up that sack all a sudden
I'm off a pill I won't cut her no slack
When we f**king
Put d**k in the back of her stomach
Now go rounds blow
Man down woah
Blow out his mind gross
Uh them hitters come out at the nighttime
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
End of the tunnel he gon' see that light shine
Like boom we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move b***h you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon uh
