​bok lyrics

[Intro]
PlanetZero
Yeah (Hey there)
Oh my God
Uh
Pause, what am I doing?

[Chorus: heartstopmiami]
Yeah yeah yeah
This Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as f*ck
Put his motherf*cking body inside thw trunk
I don't give a f*ck
And I'm f*cking his b*tch, I'ma bust a nut
From the back 'til she walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk sh*t, but he f*cking up

[Verse 1: heartstopmiami]
Bibbity bobbity boo
Eat the pus*y like it's food, motherf*cker, who are you?
In the back with my dudes, totin' MACs, totin' tools
I made this song in the Zoom, yeah
f*ck with me, you meet your doom, yeah
Stick out, go boom, yeah
Clean it out like a room, yeah
And his friend all rudе, yeah
Watch the chop f*cking fume, yеah
Get a mop, not a broom, yeah
(Just give it a second, just-)
I'll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
f*ck you up on New Years
You gon' recover in two years
I'll see you soon, yeah
Day, night or noon, yeah
f*ck you up on New Years
You gon' recover in two years
[Verse 2: Erosdalightskin]
Straight to the point like a motherf*cking blade
I fill the rest because, what that b*tch say?
I'm causin' some static, you acting dramatic
I get to erasing, I feel like a plague
I already know you a b*tch boy
Ain't no need to elaborate
I already don't give a sh*t boy
That includes what you gotta say
I'm in this b*tch, I ain't talking no infant
I can't see your bullsh*t like I got bad vision
I don't give a f*ck if that sh*t wasn't written
I'm sorry I’m better. it ain't my intention
You can't handle the heat little n*gga, I will not call your ass a chef, b*tch
Since we are the topic, won't even bother calling you a vet

[Verse 3: Lunacy]
Hi, hello
This my entrance, I'ma let you know
I have no f*cking interest being buddy-buddy with you bubble guppies
Anti-social mothaf*cker, never posting 'cause it's f*ck your likes
Talking that sh*t, motherf*cker, you die
Yeah, she want me 'cause I'm f*cking her right
Give her long di*k while I'm standing 5'4"
What you think of that? All up in her cat
Talking that sh*t when I walk in that b*tch
Only hearing crickets, all I got is riches
I don't need no b*tches, keep my comma
Cents so I'm making dollars
In my damn Impala, bumping Tame Impala
Wanna hit my line? Don't you f*cking bother
I discriminate, floating on the beat make 'em levitate
Stay up in my room, all alone 'bout to masturbate
[Chorus: heartstopmiami]
Yeah yeah yeah
This Glock gonna pop off
And I keep me that pump, sawed-off
Why he dare try to front? He lame as f*ck
Put his motherf*cking body inside thw trunk
I don't give a f*ck
And I'm f*cking his b*tch, I'ma bust a nut
From the back 'til she walking like Forrest Gump
He keep tryna talk sh*t, but he f*cking up