Boom Video (MV)

Slim
Trim
You know who's on the track
(The Genius)

Uh
Slim's back on her shit again
I'm spitting straight crack
Here's a hit again
He talkin' nonsense
I wish he leave, hurry
Yellowbone waiting on me look like Steph Curry
With his jewels on, can't see him, sight's blurry
He said he gon' knock my lights out, don't worry
I looked at him with a smirk
What you talkin' bout?
He was on some Akineyle 'Put It In His Mouth'
Uh
But first we gotta role play
Get in the kitchen, cook me a meal Roble
Dull butter knife chicks call me machete
Sharp with the wordplay, tracks confetti
Sliced up diced, damn Slim is nice
Tryin' to push a white Ferrari, Miami Vice
If you got something to say take your own advice
For the cash I'm on some Dora shit, they getting Swiped
And if they tell you that they hot don't believe the hype
I spit fire, gasoline when the shit ignites
I'm too grown and too pretty to fight
I'm spiteful, find a way to really f*ck up your life
I'm really all about the trucks but the coupe is aight
Got my peoples coming through and they wheelie the bikes
I don't care for your opinion but she'll suck for a like
She the same type of chick tryna trap you for life
She got baby mama goals, I'm the woman you wife
I'm stacking bills tryna chill and she bringing you strife
Look, take note for your future reference
Rose Gold White Diamonds are my preference
Got a few entertainers on my checklist
One to annihilate, one waking up for breakfast
Message anybody wanna test this
The ether bars or bullets will leave you breathless

When I get up on the track shit sounds so explosive
I make your speakers go BOOM
The wack bitches hating while I sit
And I sip and they stare from across the room
I'm tryna cop fast shit when I shift barely tap
The pedal hear the whip go zoom
About To Change Everything
Rap game need refreshing bout to clean sweep like a f*cking broom

Did you assume I was an R&B singer
Don't take the next L because of your Twitter fingers
Not playing patiently waiting Takeover I Ether bitches
No hating, debating, wishing, I'm washing bitches
Hit 'em up for all they riches
Stay on my dolo shit, I know how chickens be switching
For real
Any track I lay down I deliver
Slim flow so cold giving hittas the shivers
Yo
I'm on my Fox Boogie Brown flow
Questioning my rap skills, well now you know
Getting mentally prepared I'm about to blow
Bubble gum rappers getting paid
Gimme My Doe
Can't keep going down like that
Gun Hill Boogie Down I'm about to save rap
Sick of y'all lames, been eating for too long
Time to collect the forks, you ain't saying shit in your songs
You don't like it, retort
Hear it in the report
Slim Trim body tracks, she a serial killer
This is Real Hip-Hop no need for the fillers
I'm confident in my shit so I know they gon' feel her

Uh
Gun Hill what up?
About to Change Everything
Put ya hands up, put ya cups up
What we trying to do?

We want
Dineros those pesos
Hands up
Don't move 'til I say so
We want
Those dollars that paper
Infiltrate and meet ya maker
We want
Dineros those pesos
Hands up
Don't move 'til I say so
We want
Those dollars that paper
Infiltrate and meet ya maker

When I get up on the track shit sounds so explosive
I make your speakers go BOOM
The wack bitches hating while I sit
And I sip and they stare from across the room
I'm tryna cop fast shit when I shift barely tap
The pedal hear the whip go zoom
About To Change Everything
Rap game need refreshing bout to clean sweep like a f*cking broom