"Boom" lyrics

Hey, oooh, hey
Yeah, yeah
Hey, oooh, hey, hey
Damn Nabeel

Y'all better stop playin' with fire
Stop playin' with my heart, that's vital
Y'all better stop playin' with my name
Y'all better stop swervin' in my lane
You bleed, I'll bleed
But we're still not the same
Better stop droppin' names
Before we have to drop a lame
There's too many bitches in here
For you to be actin' like one
Stupidest idea
For you to try to fuck my gun
Big man, calm down, have a seat
Have a sweet tooth for your sweet tea
Gotta choppa and a three piece
My gun goes

My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom

Ay, Ooh Child
Shawty tell y'all, calm down
Send KEY! to the store for some rounds
I ain't Walka Flocka, but I love them gun sounds
Ow, ow, say I'm sky high like a drone
Hit him in the dome, act dumb
Why your gun cold?
My gun cold, man, it just snuffed a hoe
I don't wanna hear your music like Cleo
And my body's handmade like TO
Burberry peacoat
I just put forty five peep holes through the door
And we gotta slide, he gon call the people
I just gotta gun, I ain't got an Eagle

My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom
My gun goes boom