B.O.M.L

[INTRO]
Yeah, consequence to everything
You ain't got one in the chamber?
You might just die baby
Lock and load muthafucka
Yeah, look

[VERSE 1: Bozo]
It's that New Pick gang
And they keep watching from the sidelines
You don't got no rep
You just banging on your timeline
Homie this is go time, we lock it and load it
My gun cost what your chain cost
Now ask me if I wore it
Out of town rappers see the glamors and glitz
Till the homies pulled up on 'em and start taking they shit
I'm from the South East, no gun jams
Spit three on every squeeze
I put warnings on my enemies
Them bitches on they knees
I got dawgs on level 3's
And they don't talk to the police
They keep a burner on him
Like they used to on the streets
Your bodies are your credit score
When talking to the G's
Yo excuse me for my arrogance but money don't sleep
It got a beam on it
You ain't gotta look for me
I inherited these enemies
Inherited this grief
I want it all baby
Ain't no compromising me
There's only one narrative
My family gotta eat

[Chorus]
I keep the burner on my lap
Fuck popping the trunk
(Ain't no time to even fucking think)
(Just squeeze that bitch dawg)
I pull up wearing Cubans
Better keep your shit tucked
(These muthafuckas can't shine in the hood dawg)
(Take they shit)
Fine bitches I'm a fuck
I'ma always want my cut
(Little mama I don't give a fuck how fine you are)
(Give me my shit bitch)
No matter the circumstances I'm a be the first to bust
(Let that shit go dawg, let that shit go)

[VERSE 2: Loco Negro]
I grew up inside these projects, it was home for us
Couple dimes and some lines, playa shoot that plug
Centenario gold chain with Italian cuts
I built this hate up like Jacob and forgot who I was
I almost lost it, but then I learned two things
You either buying or selling, right there I knew my thing
Guess they ain't never seen a calm kid lose his grip
All I can do is run out because the fuse was lit
Had to bust me a bitch and level up to it
Guess it worked out for us both cause I ain't wanna do it
Cops took it all too but wasn't nothin to me
Randy heard the sirens, he came running to see
Just some jealous muthafuckers that got some for free
And like a fiend on my steps, they wasn't trying to leave
I got my first piece of ass in the backseat
I had to clean up the mess, that shit was nasty

[Chorus]
I keep the burner on my lap
Fuck popping the trunk
(Ain't no time to even fucking think)
(Just squeeze that bitch dawg)
I pull up wearing Cubans
Better keep your shit tucked
(These muthafuckas can't shine in the hood dawg)
(Take they shit)
Fine bitches I'm a fuck
I'ma always want my cut
(Little mama I don't give a fuck how fine you are)
(Give me my shit bitch)
No matter the circumstances I'm a be the first to bust
(Let that shit go dawg, let that shit go)