Broken Hearted Pro - Boomin' Banger Lyrics

Shit
Aye man like
I got a couple topics that I wanna talk to you about in this one so
You know
So if it gets kinda weird
You know what I'm saying
Don't think I'm just spewing thoughts
You know what I'm saying It's some real shit
Yeah man
I starting to figure out how lonely it is
Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets
I can do it on my own
No rebounds to this
Take you f*ckery elsewhere
Reroute the shit
Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is
Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets
Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it
Bout to through you niggas out on some bouncer shit
Hold it down, homie
Hold it down now
Them haters love to talk
And I love to drown out
You was supposed to be my homie
That ain't what I found out
Heard it through the grapevine
That you been running your mouth
Benefit of the doubt
I just couldn't go by that
'Til I seen it first hand
I'm like "That can't be my mans"
I just couldn't understand
I thought you was with the clan
I took you in like you was fam
But all you did was slow the plan
Damn
Nightmare new to division
Confusing my vision
Thought you would be the main one
Sticking through with the mission
Either live with the clan
Or nigga sleep with the fishes
You ain't with it, oh well
We ain't speaking no wishes
Pro
I starting to figure out how lonely it is
Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets
I can do it on my own
No rebounds to this
Take you f*ckery elsewhere
Reroute the shit
Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is
Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets
Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it
Bout to throw you niggas out on some bouncer shit
Your bitch jumped back on my dick
Yeah she re-mounted it
Smoking on that sticky shit
Yeah I got pounds of it
G-17 let off a couple rounds with it
I'm more talented than you, no way you could down my shit
Uh, Shine D got your seat like wassup
You got a problem you can nut up
I'm getting Milwaukee Bucks up
Pro-FYL go far like a trucker
You must die like you John Tucker
I can rap fast like I'm Busta
You smell like ass you a buster
I got the sauce honey mustard
Ain't no pressure like Romo
Your girl topped me in slow mo
Ring her bell Quasimodo
I got that razor no moto
It's my world like Jojo
Young Pro with a old soul
I'm a dragon, no Komodo
Que sera sera, Acapulco
I starting to figure out how lonely it is
Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets
I can do it on my own
No rebounds to this
Take you f*ckery elsewhere
Reroute the shit
Yeah, I'm starting to figure out how lonely it is
Big grin all in your face look how phony it gets
Leeway, you niggas don't even get an ounce of it
Bout to throw you niggas out on some bouncer shit