raeboomer - Fully (feat. Smear & Bj Beamer) Lyrics

Hello
I'm back again
To entertain you niggas
All over again, let's see
You missed nothin' really
'Cept now I'm a tad bit creepy
On my monstar shit
Enough to make you say
"Worldstar it's lit!"
Oh
You think my life it borin?
Nigga I'm soarin'
Flyin' high like the kite
That me & ya bitch flew
In the park on a sunny day
Ha
You didn't have a say
You couldn't save bae
Got taken by Rae
Now I'ma have my way
Take her back to my place
And make a lil Feng shui
On a real warm & gloomy, rainy day
Awe man, Awe shit
I got the wrong drum kit
Blarin' in my bedroom
Speakers goin wack
While I'm goin on attack mode
Like beast mode
You will not find me
But I will find you

On my Liam Neeson
Drivin' round in this Nissan
Lookin screamin'
"Girl where the f*ck
Are ya at
If you don't come out
I'ma grab this bat &"
Jk, just kiddin'
Nah that ain't me
In reality
Just a chill dude
Lookin' for a chill girl
To marry
Then we gonna rule the world
I do this for fun with my niggas
We do not pull triggas
We only pull girls
Unless we are faithful

Niggas stay hateful
(Niggas stay hateful)
Niggas stay hateful

Niggas stay hateful
But nigga I'm grateful
I count all my blessings
My real friends, & paper
If they don't obey you
Just do like I do
And stick to yo word
Like a mouth full of maple
Syrup

I'm a cool cat
They say you are what you eat
I don't be in the streets
With a heat underneath
Just apply it in the beats
This heat, this heat
This week, next week
Just wait, you'll see
So nice with it
No degree, no free
Better pay me upfront
You got dreams?
I got 'em too
But me & the crew
CG follow through

Got a long way to go
Like I'm measurin' my dick
Got a short way to go
Like I'm gettin' at ya bitch
Got the Canon on deck
Make a flick, take a pic
I'm really with the shits
Really with the, really with the shits
I'm really with the shits
When it comes to this shit
Got that bang bang Pops
Wayan's Bros, white chicks
Don't f*ck with hoes
Good girls get the good dick
Gotta keep it real
100 no 006

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's that celibate
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
Please don't play this around yo hoe
No, no, no, no, no
I don't think I can I know
Know, know, know, know, know
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's that celibate
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
Please don't play this around yo hoe
No, no, no, no, no
I don't think I can I know
Know, know, know, know, know

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
No, no, no, no, no
Know, know, know, know, know
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
No, no, no, no, no
Know, know, know, know, know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow
That flow, that flow
Go, go, go, go, go
Go go, go go
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoes

Yeah, I'm winnin'
I'm cookin' up like a skillet
We gone need another buildin'
My bars hot enough to melt the ceilin'
Speakin' of a ceilin'
That's somethin' that I ain't got
My bitch heelins up to the top
She drool on it like it's a mop
Send ya location
Make the pin drop
When I'm in I gotta make it beatbox
I got her crawlin' back
I got it on lock
I never have to ask
She make that thing pop
Everybody thugs
Till' that thing cocked
But you talkmbout
They gonna shoot a cop
Stop frontin' dawg
Bruh you gotta stop
I keep goin' bruh
My flow never ever
Never ever
Out of stock
Harder than an otterbox
Boi I got an otterbox
You know man I'm, like a
Like a cyclops
Get better with time, watch
See me goin round town
And I'm

Oh, okay
Well okay
Oh, okay
Okay
Well okay

Skrrt
Gang, gang