Boom Video (MV)

(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Uh

We do some expensive stunting, uh
I got this drip from London, uh
You think he playing the post
From the way he come off the hip or something, uh
Empty a clip or something
Fn make him trip from running
I'm speeding, my engine humming
We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
Come through and slam on a nigga like Drummond
I'm with the cappers, you know how we bumming
Not from Atlanta, I'm talking 'bout losing your top
I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top
Now I need sixty-five for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting

Like boom, we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon, uh

Running the city, might need me a statue or something
Like watch out for Cap 'cause he coming
We with the shits and a tool what I pack like I'm plumbing
Send a hit just from tapping a button
They wanna know why a young nigga flexing so hard
How he run up that sack all a sudden
I'm off a pill, I won't cut her no slack when we f*cking
Put dick in the back of her stomach
Now go, rounds blow
Man down, whoa
Blow out his mind, gross
Uh, them hitters come out at the night time
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
End of the tunnel, he gon' see that light shine

Like boom, we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon, uh