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Big Flock – Boomin lyrics
[Hook]
Trap house boomin’, gas bag boofin’
Shootin’ no hoopin’
Photo, no couping
Drums like a North East school
Street smart, But I ain’t no tutor
Glick boy, But I ain’t no Ruger
I want smoke, But I ain’t no hookah
[Verse 1]
Blue hundreds, I can fuck with the Hoovers
I want to slide, But it’s hard to maneuver
I’m the shit, a big bag of manure
I might fuck up a bag, a Louis
Keep a stick like i’m Cosmo and Wanda
I’m humble, But I swear i’m a problem
I’m a shark, But I hang with piranhas
All black, pull up like Wakanda
I’m a snake, I’m a damn anaconda
Try to play, then yo’ ass is a goner
[Hook]
Trap house boomin’, gas bag boofin’
Shootin’ no hoopin’
Photo, no couping
Drums like a North East school
Street smart, But I ain’t no tutor
Glick boy, But I ain’t no Ruger
I want smoke, But I ain’t no hookah
[Verse 2]
I’m mad shit ain’t like the old days
I like to mix the Perc with the Oj
I might kill a bitch like i’m O. J
I treat Benihanas like Chipotle
The choppa gon sing like the O'Jays
My juvies gon kill on my okays
I seen yo’ bitch since a whole day
Back then Flo was cooking up a four weight
Rick Owens, get to kicking down your doorway
I’m chasing money bags like a fed baby
My young niggas lunching, they some lead babies
You don’t want to pay the ransom
That’s a dead baby
You can go and keep the pussy
Want the head baby
[Hook]
Trap house boomin’, gas bag boofin’
Shootin’ no hoopin’
Photo, no couping
Drums like a North East school
Street smart, But I ain’t no tutor
Glick boy, But I ain’t no Ruger
I want smoke, But I ain’t no hookah
Trap house boomin’, gas bag boofin’
Shootin’ no hoopin’
Photo, no couping
Drums like a North East school
Street smart, But I ain’t no tutor
Glick boy, But I ain’t no Ruger
I want smoke, But I ain’t no hookah
[Verse 1]
Blue hundreds, I can fuck with the Hoovers
I want to slide, But it’s hard to maneuver
I’m the shit, a big bag of manure
I might fuck up a bag, a Louis
Keep a stick like i’m Cosmo and Wanda
I’m humble, But I swear i’m a problem
I’m a shark, But I hang with piranhas
All black, pull up like Wakanda
I’m a snake, I’m a damn anaconda
Try to play, then yo’ ass is a goner
[Hook]
Trap house boomin’, gas bag boofin’
Shootin’ no hoopin’
Photo, no couping
Drums like a North East school
Street smart, But I ain’t no tutor
Glick boy, But I ain’t no Ruger
I want smoke, But I ain’t no hookah
[Verse 2]
I’m mad shit ain’t like the old days
I like to mix the Perc with the Oj
I might kill a bitch like i’m O. J
I treat Benihanas like Chipotle
The choppa gon sing like the O'Jays
My juvies gon kill on my okays
I seen yo’ bitch since a whole day
Back then Flo was cooking up a four weight
Rick Owens, get to kicking down your doorway
I’m chasing money bags like a fed baby
My young niggas lunching, they some lead babies
You don’t want to pay the ransom
That’s a dead baby
You can go and keep the pussy
Want the head baby
[Hook]
Trap house boomin’, gas bag boofin’
Shootin’ no hoopin’
Photo, no couping
Drums like a North East school
Street smart, But I ain’t no tutor
Glick boy, But I ain’t no Ruger
I want smoke, But I ain’t no hookah
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