Boom Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Mello Buckzz]
(Ayy, Jacob, turn me up real quick)
Ayy, look
I'm finna tweak out on this b*tch real quick
But these all facts, though (Go, go)
No bap (Go, Chew Chew)
Uh

[Verse 1: Mello Buckzz]
Blasian ass ain't want no smoke, she ducked her sh*t when I pulled up (She ducked her sh*t)
I put VV on her sh*t and choked her ass up like a duck (I choked that b*tch up like a duck)
I beat Juicy baby mama and she like thirty, washed up (That b*tch washed up)
Reginta mad I took her n*gga and beat her ass in front of him (Haha)
See, if that b*tch don't like me, gotta be some reason, 'cause I'm turnt (I'm really her)
But that don't mean that I won't beat your ass or put you on no shirt (Put your ass up on a shirt)
What's in my raps, I don't do no bap, I bet these facts gon' have 'em hurt (Gon' have 'em hurt)
I told them hoes I'd make 'em viral and I don't gotta do no work

[Chorus: Mello Buckzz]
I got my blick out, pull up, hop out, boom
Better not act like you want smoke, this b*tch gon' tweak and act a fool (And act a fool)
Tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot sh*t, he think he cool
I feel like Django with my switch, I'll wet a b*tch up like a pool (Buckzz)

[Verse 2: Latto & Mello Buckzz]
Face the pus*y, I face the blunt
b*tches pus*y, ain't takin' nothin'
I got locked up in the airport, goddamn, forgot the gun (f*ck)
In the head, I keep me one
What she said? I get her popped
Caught her down bad on the block
Then her ass got Milly Rocked
This a Glock, not a prop
What's an opp? b*tch, stop
You a flop, get a job
Turned a backend to a stock
Turn a subtweet to a blitz
Save mine, spend his
Heard your album, that ain't it
Who you foolin'? I ain't even flinch
One-hit who? I'll do it again
1-800 come get your man
Catch a jet just to catch a tan
Pop sh*t, do my Perky dance
Perc' di*k, give it to me now
He gon' make me have my first child
He gon' make me pop up at the house
Singin' on the mic like it's Rolling Loud
I got my blick out, pull up, hop out, boom
You can hit the road, jack, if you don't like my attitude
b*tch, I'm ratchet and I'm rude
He got M's and I do too
This a big Birkin bag and y'all still rockin' Neverfulls, tuh
[Chorus: Mello Buckzz]
I got my blick out, pull up, hop out, boom
Better not act like you want smoke, this b*tch gon' tweak and act a fool (And act a fool)
Tryna diss, we fill his ass up with hot sh*t, he think he cool
I feel like Django with my switch, I'll wet a b*tch up like a pool (Go)