[Intro: Bombi]
How ya doin?
Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah ight
Yeah, you know it's real exaggerated
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Alright
Ya know, bring back the Boondocks in this bitch ya know?
[Verse 1: Bombi]
What you wanna do?
I ain't got no sense
We don't have no rapport
Nigga, just bring the checks to me
Go out my way, you stay in it, you casualty
Roll down the tint smoke come out, I'm a sneaky geek
You foolies baffle me, you ain't on shit
Buddy smokin' ciggies, that's silly, I ain't with it
No boot, no booze, this me, I'm litty
I blow up a city, got my lips on a titty
I'm based in nawf, final boss high cost
This wrist got Voss, the old one got tossed
I seen my people, I'm finna act a fool
Flex a whip or two, they can't wait to call you coon
Fuck around and shoot a round or two
I'll be around for a few
What 12 gon' do? They want flics with the dude
Hometown hero, I'm all might, you no bite
Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Chorus: Bombi and Butch Vega]
Don't stеp to me
Nigga don't ask no questions
I'm posted up, still totе my weapon
Don't act cray, this the nawf, don't press, yeah
I [?] hoes til you hold a lil lesson
[?]
We expose, no photocap
[Verse 2; Butch Vega]
All white party, pull up in beige
Matrimony, [?] til the day
I get high just to engage
I show love, never in vain
Hold up boy's head and we click up (yeah)
If you ain't look up, then you miss us (clouds)
Need me a drink and a big cup (ooh)
Need me a cute and a fit, uh
My bitches ain't basic, they boujee
Click with the glitter and glizz in the uzi (okay)
Might just hit cruise on some new shit
Might take my crew on a cruise ship
[?] like a Buddhist
I'm like a bomb how I do this
Shoutout to Bomb for the music, yeah
Me and my clique up there movin'
Ain't bout nothin', just time dawg
I'm cool with it, I'll wait in line for it
It's nothin', I'll go press the line for it
Down on my back, it was time for it
Vega got him a lil motivation
I put a cloud on the whole nation
Drip through the roof, make the hoe taste it
I'm in my lane and I ain't shakin'
[Chorus: Bombi, Butch Vega, and Patrick Zae]
Don't step to me
Nigga don't ask no questions
I'm posted up, still tote my weapon
Don't act cray, this the nawf, don't press, yeah
I [?] hoes til you hold a lil lesson
[?]
We expose, no photocap, Young Zae whoa
[?]
We expose, no photocap
[Verse 3: Patrick Zae]
Young Zae Whoa flippin' thru the pesos (Whoa)
I ain't ever take a loss, I just take notes (Whoa)
Wake up in the night, where the day go? (Huh)
Pedro, boy I ride around and take [?] (Huh)
Smokin' the room like the moon
I'm quite loud off the booze
How the hell you ugly but you cute
Why the fuck we livin' just to die
Tell me what else are we gonna do?
Dawg, nobody knows (Knows, knows, knows)
Mister young whoa (Whoa)
Say what you want (Whoa)
I do what you don't (Don't, don't, don't)
[?]
My new girl a vegan, don't wanna upset her
We be all over the place, just like the weather
I'm only a human, I'm tryna get better baby
No fold on me, that's no big cap
I hit that ghost when the ghost start snappin'
[?]
I'll make your brain float, I ain't even know magic
Man, why you look shock, gettin' hit with the static
I ain't even tryna talk, cuttin' all bad habits
I ain't ever been a fold, I ain't ever been cappin'
I ain't had to lay low just to make things happen
[Chorus: Bombi and Butch Vega]
Don't step to me
Nigga don't ask no questions
I'm posted up, still tote my weapon
Don't act cray, this the nawf, don't press, yeah
I [?] hoes til you hold a lil lesson
[?]
We expose, no photocap
[?]
We expose, no photocap
