Lil Boom - Nonstandard* lyrics

[Lil Boom - Nonstandard* lyrics]

(Mo-Mo-MovinBricks got the sauce, ho)

Come through the block with a stick and a camera, tryna do damage
Just poured a four in the two liter Fanta, it taste like candy
Glock weight a ton like it's Randy
I fucked that bitch in the Camry
My niggas kick do, call 'em Sandy
I want me a mil', fuck the Grammy
You niggas be broke, I can send you
If you want some guap, I can lend you
This Glock like a rocket, I land it
Nigga, if you want the smoke, we can plan it
Bitch, when I was broke, we had the canned goods
Walked in the school with my planners
This Glock, it come with the mop like a janitor
These niggas pussy as fuck, I can't stand 'em
Come through with the bands in my pants
I just took a bad bitch to France
That bitch wanna grab on my hands
Tell the bitch to grab on my dick
I don't give a damn with your did
It's about what you're doin' right now
Got a hundred shooters in the background
And I be quick to air it out

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Oh (Oh), oh (Oh)
Oh (Oh), oh (Oh)
Oh (Oh), oh
Oh (Oh), oh (Oh)
Oh (Oh), oh (Oh)
Oh (Oh), oh (Oh)
Oh (Oh)

Shut the fuck up, let that money talk
I walk out the bank, I hit that funny walk
My niggas put their money on your head, like I bounty hunt
This bitch can't even give head, all she do is talk
All she use is drugs, I like to use Glocks
Call up [?], call up Cheech and Chong
When Lil Boom step in the paint, pass me the ball
Please get the fuck out my way, don't get involved

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