Lyrics

Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
The way that I be movin', boy, I can't be human
Aye, knew she wanted Gucci, but I bought her Louis
Asked her why she picky when it's bitches choosin'
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
The way that I be movin', boy, I can't be human
Still riding with the squad
Hangin' out the window, screamin' fuck the other side
We gon' hit the city, and get litty, catch a vibe
Tryna leave with a couple baddies stickin' to my side
With a fatty, got the pants stickin' to her thighs
And for that cash money, she gon' drop it like it's hot
I let her call me Weezy when she lick it like a lollipop
Only if her body hot, we kick it like karate chop
Yeah, I'm a black belt, only swipe black cards
Stand for every black cause, you can suck my black balls
Stack it like Serena Williams, ****, I'm the rack God
I put Michael Phelps around my neck, now I'm the splash God
Yellow diamond SpongeBob, never talk to one time
All I got is one life, I'ma make the most of it
I'ma get the bag and while I can, spend most of it
Now you see it, now you don't, I'ma make a ghost of it
I remember mama in the kitchen with the stove open
Try and get the heat from it
I remember nights she ain't even get to eat from it
Makin' sure the family good, she would work to three somethin'
I was stayin' up late till she made it home
Never took a break, need a cape and a throne
Never let it show on your face, she was strong
You the only one, ain't no way they could clone
Way too dope for a vape and a bong
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
The way that I be movin', boy, I can't be human
Aye, knew she wanted Gucci, but I bought her Louis
Asked her why she picky when it's bitches choosin'
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
Now I got it boomin', now I got it boomin'
The way that I be movin', boy
Yeah, I'm a black-belt, only swipe black cards
Stand for every black cause, you can suck my black balls
I'ma catch a **** slippin' like he on some black ice
I'ma do it my way, you can keep your advice
White America lookin' at me like a black cat
We just try and see twenty-one like it's black-jack
They don't want their daughter comin' home with a black man
Even though they built the whole country on our black backs
Now I got it boomin'
Written by: Alexandre Cote-Sergent, Oren Major
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