Rod Wave - Boom lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Boom lyrics]
Thug Life ain’t dead
Niggas just scared and that’s how I feel
I’m on the corner till the morning
Tryna pay them bills
Kicked out my momma house cause she
Smell a nigga aroma
Cheap cologne, two phones
And palm of marijuana
Just young hustler trying to come
Up in the world
Cause all the dope boys drive the
Cars and get the girls
"Oh he a gangster and shooter"
But back in the day
I jumped out the Buick with the Ruger
Made em jump the gate
But it’s okay cause now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really get a mansion
Hope I sell out arenas and spend
My nights in the Hamptons
Hope that I ain’t gotta dye my hair green
Or loose weight hope all the rumors I hear
About Hollywood is really fake
I hope by the end of the summer
I can meet my nigga drake
And he explain to a nigga all
The care I need to take
Hope I can lay off the noodles and
We can get us some steak
Hope I can get a couple
Million dollars in my bank
Or at least a half-a-million in
My mansion in my safe
But if don’t it don’t go as planned
Everything is straight
Cause where I reside it ain’t really to safe
Niggas is really blessed if they
Can see another day
Cause woadie really stupid
He love clutching on his K
He’ll drive by in broad day
And put a nigga on his face
Like boom look who just stepped in the room
Young Rod Wave typhoon lagoon comin' soon
I just came out of no where
I just came out of no where
Look who just stepped in the room
Young Rod Wave typhoon lagoon
Comin' soon, I just came out of no where
I just came of no where
Niggas just scared and that’s how I feel
I’m on the corner till the morning
Tryna pay them bills
Kicked out my momma house cause she
Smell a nigga aroma
Cheap cologne, two phones
And palm of marijuana
Just young hustler trying to come
Up in the world
Cause all the dope boys drive the
Cars and get the girls
"Oh he a gangster and shooter"
But back in the day
I jumped out the Buick with the Ruger
Made em jump the gate
But it’s okay cause now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really get a mansion
Hope I sell out arenas and spend
My nights in the Hamptons
Hope that I ain’t gotta dye my hair green
Or loose weight hope all the rumors I hear
About Hollywood is really fake
I hope by the end of the summer
I can meet my nigga drake
And he explain to a nigga all
The care I need to take
Hope I can lay off the noodles and
We can get us some steak
Hope I can get a couple
Million dollars in my bank
Or at least a half-a-million in
My mansion in my safe
But if don’t it don’t go as planned
Everything is straight
Cause where I reside it ain’t really to safe
Niggas is really blessed if they
Can see another day
Cause woadie really stupid
He love clutching on his K
He’ll drive by in broad day
And put a nigga on his face
Like boom look who just stepped in the room
Young Rod Wave typhoon lagoon comin' soon
I just came out of no where
I just came out of no where
Look who just stepped in the room
Young Rod Wave typhoon lagoon
Comin' soon, I just came out of no where
I just came of no where