I'm Mr. Boombastic
All I spit is crack shit
Tryna get an actress
Call her ass a Lyft if she don't wanna smash shit
Ain't no romantic
Can't give a bitch a hug, cuz the hammer in my jacket
I'm cappin
I ain't really violent
But my niggas got a prollem
They say love is in the air
But we treat that shit like pollen, nigga
I'm just outchea gridin, I'm at work or in the stu
When that's dead, call my nigga Jay Rod up for the moves
Oh, you in the burbs? Tell them hoes come on through
I might just f*ck on a white girl, I got nothin to lose
Shit, cop a couple Becky's, turn that good hair all messy
Then I gotta ghost that ass, they be tryna take selfies
Like whaaaat!? Them hoes tried to play me like I'm burnt out
F*ck around, have the whole city burnt down
They'ont know, I be with a couple ratchets
Like directors, get ta snappin when it's time for that action
Girl, you f*ckin up the vibe. Don't f*ck up the vibe
And don't you tell the crew to slide if we can't smoke inside
I'm with Jay and Yung Heysus, you already know what's up
Know we keep some pressure on us, but ain't ever foldin up
And ain't no freshmen in the session if we outchea rollin up
If her age even a question, then she just ain't old enough
Shit, can't PNB a young nigga like me
Only answering my calling, keep these hoes on DND
I been hotter than a sauna in Nevada before Autumn
Since Nelly and Flo-Rida was singin bout Apple Bottoms
And the boots with the fur, nigga
That's it