Boom Clap

(Boom) (Clap)
Ay
(Boom) (Clap)
Yuh
(Boom) (Boom) (Clap)
Turn that shit all the way up cuzzy!
(Boom) (Snare)
Ay
(Boom) (Snare)
(Boom) (Snare)
Brrrrrrr Ay
808 808
Burn a bridge and breaking doors
Ate my plate, I’m back for more (Facts)
Promise shit ain’t like before (Facts)
No more standing front of stores (Nah)
Piss all on my project floors (Yea)
I ball & let them keep the score (Yea)
I’m wavy nigga, that’s for sure (Yea)
I'm wavy nigga, that's for sure (Yea)
Got Lucy knocking at my door but
That’s someone I got answers for
This shit deeper than the ocean floor
I stand tall, cus who I do it for
With all the bullshit like a matador
Barlito, Brokeboy commodore
This blicky got me paranoid
But fuck it that’s the price of war
I used to write down the shit that I wanted, now I really got it (Now I really got it)
Asking about me, but he ain’t gon say nun, he know my body
Shmurda like Bobby
If he put my name on a track, boy I promise we all in your lobby
I’m tryna feed all my mofucking brethren’s
This shit ain’t no hobby
All in your homes like I’m Holly
Spazz like I’m gone off a molly
Won’t even lack in a cadi
Send me the addy
Back of the spot with 2 mami’s
Finna go down like I’m Gotti
Is that your bitch or a friend?
Dont do no fronting, to keep it one hunnid, I just fucked that bitch and her friend
You can just tell me if I hurt your feelings, with me you ain’t gotta pretend
Just wanted to see what the pussy was like
So I prolly won’t do it again
Fuck!
There I go lying again
Don’t need no one to believe in me
Of course you don’t see what I see in me
You could see the vision without seeing me
They fuck with the kid just for being me
More than what’s seen on the surface
These niggas clowns, I don’t fuck with the circus
I never said I was perfect
But I stayed true and found purpose
Lost a couple niggas who ain’t died yet
Lost a couple bitches who ain’t died yet
December 4th I was 21, I had to switch up my mindset
All money in put on me and my dawgs
Leftovers on the side bets
I came from the mud Ima ball on these niggas
James harden with the side steps
Trying my best
Couldn’t even let my eyes rest
They ain’t care bout how I felt
So it’s fuck them niggas, repping my set
We got now, fuck who got next
Flexing on em with no tricep
They was shitting on my progress
They forgot about the process
They forgot it’s all a process