Last-Dude - BOOM lyrics

Scum Gang!
Y'all gotta move, give me some room
I’m 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin’ "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
Y'all gotta move, give me some room
I'm 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?

T T T-Raww and I’m all about dinero (yeah)
And I like the pussy sweet like a churro (Ah)
Told that bch I don’t drive a Camaro
Got a big ego, I need a sombrero (Ching)
Shake that ass, you a bop, make it go
Don't stop
Slurp me up outside of In-N-Out parkin’ lot
Get topped off top, I don't cuff like a cop
(No)
It's doce o'clock and I came on the dot (Ayy)

Uh, okay, baby be calling me "Hercules"
’Cause the "H" on my waist but
This bitch here stand for Hermes
O, o, okay, I done popped me a Perky
'Cause I heard it help with the
Pain but jus' help my backaches okay

Hold the applause, I put dick in your broad
I put dick in your mom
I put dick in the world
Give a fuck about shit, I'm a fuck on a bitch
I'm a count up the grip then
Put a dick in your girl
(I'm a fuck on a bitch)

Murder these flows like I murder
These hoe ass niggas
Where the fuck is your energy bro?
Make your nigga deep throat a Desert Eagle
If he try me like a hoe, pussy boy
That's on my soul make my flow shape shift
Cold expression like a facelift
At the Publix with like eight grips
If you talking all that ape shit
I'm not talking YM Bape shit
But I'm banging on my chest bitch
You pussy ass niggas fucking suck
You sound the same i spit the pain

Beat slayer, never read data
Leave the keep sayers, deep player
I don't need favors, need a deal maker
Real recognize real, I'm a deal breaker
And I build what I fcking build
I don't need favors i'm a general at peace
Still ahead of all my grief
I can talk about my brain 'cause
I'm still talking 'bout me
Go give your silence to the sheep
I got no problems giving keys
I change the locks inside my tomb
Every one or two weeks

Esskeetit! She looked at my wrist
She had a heart attack bch you in ya house
Shakin' shit just like a runnin' back
Gave a bich good dick
Had her doing jumpin' jack
2 mill, 8 mill, man I want it all cash
(Esskeetit)

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, no, I don't love 'em
Bitches, they love me, but no
I don't cuff 'em
I bought the rubbers for all of my brothers
All of your troubles
They double they hunnids
Triple a time, triple six bumpin'
I'm sippin' on wine
If you ain't fuckin' then get to the side
If you are lucky enough to survive
Keep this in mind, Fuck!

Y'all gotta move, give me some room
I'm 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
Y'all gotta move, give me some room
I'm 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?