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boom - mello buckzz lyrics

[intro: mello buckzz]
(ayy, jacob, turn me up real quick)
ayy, look
(it’s kashh)
i’m finna tweak out on this b*tch real quick (it’s moni again)
(blaze)
(buckzz)
but these all facts, though (go, go)
no bap (go, chew chew)
uh
[verse 1: mello buckzz]
blasian ass ain’t want no smoke, she ducked her sh*t when i pulled up (she ducked her sh*t)
i put vv on her sh*t and choked her ass up like a duck (i choked that b*tch up like a duck)
i beat juicy baby mama and she like thirty, washed up (that b*tch washed up)
reginta mad i took her n*gga and beat her ass in front of him (haha)
see, if that b*tch don’t like me, gotta be some reason, ’cause i’m turnt (i’m really her)
but that don’t mean that i won’t beat your ass or put you on no shirt (put your ass up on a shirt)
what’s in my raps, i don’t do no bap, i bet these facts gon’ have ’em hurt (gon’ have ’em hurt)
i told them hoes i’d make ’em viral and i don’t gotta do no work

[chorus: mello buckzz]
i got my bl!ck out, pull up, hop out, boom
better not act like you want smoke, this b*tch gon’ tweak and act a fool (and act a fool)
tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot sh*t, he think he cool
i feel like django with my switch, i’ll wet a b*tch up like a pool (buckzz)

[verse 2: amari blaze]
b*tch, i woke up feelin’ merry, let’s go ’round this town and spin again (spin again)
ain’t scared to see my opp up at no party, bring them b*tches in (them b*tches in)
too quick to pop your granny, watch the car you b*tches sittin’ in (better watch ’em)
we might just get your mama too, you know we known for switchin’ gens (we switch)
hit ’em from behind, i’m clappin’ buns, say hey to big mac
the way he eat my p*ssy, he could never get his l!ck back (can’t get his sh*t back)
ain’t argue with no n*gga, f*ck i look like? where your b*tch at? (boy, where your b*tch at?)
this glock came with a sister, pick your poison, this a mismatch (this b*tch a—)
these hoes ain’t really friends, these hoes don’t cl!ck, they just be cliqued up (these hoes be cliqued up)
i’m ridin’ around with my b*tches, windows tinted, b*tch, we bl!cked up (b*tch, we—)
talkin’ ’bout the rawest in the ‘raq, how the f*ck they skipped us? (how the f*ck they—)
the only time our foot ain’t on they necks is when they kicked up
[chorus: mello buckzz]
i got my bl!ck out, pull up, hop out, boom
better not act like you want smoke, this b*tch gon’ tweak and act a fool
tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot sh*t, he think he cool
i feel like django with my switch, i’ll wet a b*tch up like a pool (buckzz)

[verse 3: moni da g]
n*ggas mickey, can’t f*ck with rats, i keep my mouskatool (rrah, rrah, rrah)
it’s merch that moni spark sh*t, catch an opp b*tch, i might blow a fuse (woo)
just upped a score, check citizen, gang put sh*t on the news (haha, b*tch)
can’t conversate with goofies, no competition, these hoes be bad views (woah)
b*tches snakes, they in the grass, you better cut it low (cut it, b*tch)
somethin’ like jehovah witness, b*tch, come outside, we knockin’ at the door (we at the door)
it’s stamped i’m really her, just like dog sh*t, that sh*t on the floor (on gang)
pretty gangster b*tches, keep a double cup, mello pour a four (pour a four)
bougie and ghetto, you know that we slidin’ (skrrt)
ridin’ four deep in an srt (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
motherf*ckers know that i be with them steppers
we marchin’ on beats in these motherf*ckin’ streets (rrah, rrah, rah)
b*tches can’t argue, they know we the topic
and know that we got it, they got the receipts (rrah)
mari and kashh don’t play ’bout da g
me and mello could shoot, but we got hands and feet

[verse 4: kashh mir]
they know it’s play, you lay (kashh)
they don’t come to the park or pop out in the dark
the opps some heights
get hit like bugs and mice how we come raid the block (lames)
who chasin’ opps?
this ar don’t give chances, it give body shots
who poppin’ rocks?
got granny tryna scope out if it’s shots or not
he want amiris, i want glocks, lil’ pretty b*tch, i’m from the block
she got mad ’cause i ain’t pressed about that n*gga, it’s a lot
we don’t buy packs of russian cream, b*tch, we buy ’em by the box
this exotic that i’m smokin’ on’ll knock you out your socks
i done ran laps around these b*tches, head to toe, i’m poppin’ sh*t
pretty b*tch, tote glocks and sh*t
beat a ho up out her ‘fit
how you checkin’ me and ain’t been to the clinic? check your pants
p*ssy goin’ through a crisis, but you worried ’bout some d*ck?
[chorus: mello buckzz]
i got my bl!ck out, pull up, hop out, boom
better not act like you want smoke, this b*tch gon’ tweak and act a fool
tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot sh*t, he think he cool
i feel like django with my switch, i’ll wet a b*tch up like a pool (go)

[outro]
(chew chew)

- mello buckzz lyrics

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