Ransom - Boom Lyrics
[feat. Young Fresh][Hook: x2]I keep that heavy metal like a rocker (like a rocker)Called around for him, he gon need a doctor (need a doctor)On parole but I'm ridin with this chopper (with this chopper)And that ***** go boom, shaka lakaBoom, shaka laka, he gon need a doctorWe in that kitchen whippin, getting cake like Betty CrockerPurple red and vodka, have him screamin when I pop up20-20 vision when that beam up on that chopper[Verse 1:]I keep that heavy metal like a rock bandPlus I'm in the kitchen so I got galsBake em up, whip em up and then I chop grainsServin fiends old enough to be yo pop's famI'm a don, I'm a mother*****in kingSpend like 50 on a bracelet and 100 on a ringKeep a choppa tucked in that trash bagPoppin up in that black jack,Compton's up in that crack stashNow they come for my black assSo deep boy, got niggas as decoysHold on niggas, we'll destroyPlenty of niggas want beef boyFirst come that boom niggaThen come that shot niggaJust like a boom niggaGet swept off that block nigga, you drop nigga[Hook: x2]I keep that heavy metal like a rocker (like a rocker)Called around for him, he gon need a doctor (need a doctor)On parole but I'm ridin with this chopper (with this chopper)And that ***** go boom, shaka lakaBoom, shaka laka, he gon need a doctorWe in that kitchen whippin, getting cake like Betty CrockerPurple red and vodka, have him screamin when I pop up20-20 vision when that beam up on that chopper[Verse 2:]I keep that choppa stuffed up in a duffle bagRemember me and black, we used to hustle scams (hustle scams)You heard the MX6, I had to *****in jet (word)Now we tellin all these rappers that they *****in trash'Cause at the top is just ***** niggasSo when I drop, give it up niggaDuffle bag is my gold name, from cocaine to the dope gameI got no shame, you don't know painI wear ball maine with my gold chainsI'm on, 30 grand on my arm25 for my bracelet, get 20 more on jobThat choppa stuck to my palmThey lock me up and I'm goneNow 25 is to low so I'm a try to stay gone but uh...[Hook: x2]I keep that heavy metal like a rocker (like a rocker)Called around for him, he gon need a doctor (need a doctor)On parole but I'm ridin with this chopper (with this chopper)And that ***** go boom, shaka lakaBoom, shaka laka, he gon need a doctorWe in that kitchen whippin, getting cake like Betty CrockerPurple red and vodka, have him screamin when I pop up20-20 vision when that beam up on that chopper
