[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Ay-ay-ayo Bleu)
Said I'm boomed up, lost my mind, I'm in this bitch
I ain't got no mind, niggas playin' us
Ooh, I would never play with pussy niggas (Come on)
Mhm, hold on
[Chorus]
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, I get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, we solve the problem when it hit
[Verse]
Hold on, two lines 'fore I go in
That's what my youngin said (That's what he said)
Tryna leave a nigga dead
Kill him, he say, "Powder head"
Turnt up, I'm full of meds
Tweaked out, tryna peel his head
Bootin' up with my gun in hand
They starin' like I came back from dead
Aim this bitch, shoot at his eyes
Resurrection, leavе him crucified
Murder zone whеn my niggas slide
Slang that pistol, all you hear is tires
Too official, it ain't televised
Celebration when the nigga die
All laughs when his family cry
'Cause they be screamin', "Fuck the other side," but can't do nothin' with me
Heard that I'm back, know I'm strapped with semis, they report it to the city (Oh yeah)
I say murder already written and any bitch can get it
You know I'm doped up in the chauffeur, I got them shottas with me
Yeah, bitch, and I know what, you ain't gon' fuck with me or nobody with me
You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind (Gon' lose your mind)
Soon as we come, bitch, you gon' leave your soul behind (Soul behind)
Xans off in the clip but confident that this a sober iron
Soon as I use this bitch, it's accurate, nigga, check out how I'm firin' (Bah-bah)
Turn it loud, I'm on that shit right now
Bow-bow, make that nigga bump it down
Plenty Benjis but I clock in with my brother, plenty pounds
I need that pack, like where it's at? He cappin' now, huh, huh?
I told that nat I ain't want that cat, that pussy frowned, uh-uh
Put her on a track, she bringin' it back like safe and sound
Put it in her back, pullin' out her tracks, bitch, turn around (Turn around)
I'ma stick her up (Stick her up)
Might lay it down (Might lay it down)
Could be 12 PM or AM, in the morning I wake up rollin' (Wake up rollin')
Refilling my cup with that muddy, I can't control it
What the fuck is up? I'ma shoot this shit, you do somethin' bogus
Don't turn me down, I need six more, the Xanax on me (I feel out my body)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Ay-ay-ayo Bleu)
Said I'm boomed up, lost my mind, I'm in this bitch
I ain't got no mind, niggas playin' us
Ooh, I would never play with pussy niggas (Come on)
Mhm, hold on
[Chorus]
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, I get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, we solve the problem when it hit
[Verse]
Hold on, two lines 'fore I go in
That's what my youngin said (That's what he said)
Tryna leave a nigga dead
Kill him, he say, "Powder head"
Turnt up, I'm full of meds
Tweaked out, tryna peel his head
Bootin' up with my gun in hand
They starin' like I came back from dead
Aim this bitch, shoot at his eyes
Resurrection, leavе him crucified
Murder zone whеn my niggas slide
Slang that pistol, all you hear is tires
Too official, it ain't televised
Celebration when the nigga die
All laughs when his family cry
'Cause they be screamin', "Fuck the other side," but can't do nothin' with me
Heard that I'm back, know I'm strapped with semis, they report it to the city (Oh yeah)
I say murder already written and any bitch can get it
You know I'm doped up in the chauffeur, I got them shottas with me
Yeah, bitch, and I know what, you ain't gon' fuck with me or nobody with me
You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind (Gon' lose your mind)
Soon as we come, bitch, you gon' leave your soul behind (Soul behind)
Xans off in the clip but confident that this a sober iron
Soon as I use this bitch, it's accurate, nigga, check out how I'm firin' (Bah-bah)
Turn it loud, I'm on that shit right now
Bow-bow, make that nigga bump it down
Plenty Benjis but I clock in with my brother, plenty pounds
I need that pack, like where it's at? He cappin' now, huh, huh?
I told that nat I ain't want that cat, that pussy frowned, uh-uh
Put her on a track, she bringin' it back like safe and sound
Put it in her back, pullin' out her tracks, bitch, turn around (Turn around)
I'ma stick her up (Stick her up)
Might lay it down (Might lay it down)
Could be 12 PM or AM, in the morning I wake up rollin' (Wake up rollin')
Refilling my cup with that muddy, I can't control it
What the fuck is up? I'ma shoot this shit, you do somethin' bogus
Don't turn me down, I need six more, the Xanax on me (I feel out my body)
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