Bakwood Bill - BOOM BAP (feat. DMK) Lyrics

Don't mind me
I'm just tryna go dick down Hermione
My wand be
Full of pheromones that make her want me
And Ron be
Mad she Oh My God like my name Ronny
Knock it like an 808 and she end up behind me
You can keep the Henny cause I'm only sipping my drink
I double up my Reese's Cup and wash it down with my lean
Oh shit think I'm running out my high I feel it fading now
Rolling up another blunt that magic bitch wanna help me now

I'm like what bitch
Put some more drink in my cup bitch
I'm in love Chris
Bitch I really don't give no f*ck bitch
I have fun with this my phone blowing up my publicist
Call me Barry Allen cause you know the kid is running this

Run it back like a running back
Gutting woods when I'm in the back
Lighting up when I'm in the front
If the cops pull up you better run
Cause we smoke that blunt till the roach burn fingers
Don't f*ck up cause the opps pull triggers
I don't give a f*ck you can point your fingers
But you don't got proof that a young man did it
Yeah
With that young finesse flow
I just do it then I check those
Off the list I get going
Bringing back boom bap
Me and Chris the real goats
Sneezing smoke out my nose
Mucus on my new clothes

Catch me outside
How about that
Grammy nominated give me the plaque
That's one day
Bitch not yet
Gang related
But you know the threat
See you know that I'm killing
All these other rappers that think that they chilling
Don't f*ck with that crilling
But feeling like real and
Your girl got the tea and she already spilling
Slow it down
In her throat like a pack of Halls
Big Sac no Santa Clause
Pussy boy last one minute
I ain't talking about no Payton Pause
Why you hate cause I'm laid back
East coast shit A$AP
Better stay back cause I stay strapped
Pockets they fat and you straight wack

I'm like what bitch
Put some more drink in my cup bitch
I'm in love Chris
Bitch I really don't give no f*ck bitch
I have fun with this my phone blowing up my publicist
Call me Barry Allen cause you know the kid is running this