Everybody's pointing me out like I'm the bad guy
My mama told me that I'd grow up to be a rabbi
But I'd rather blow the speakers out your motherf*cking lanai
Tell me that you can't, I
Find a way to make it
I'm the greatest, no mistaking
Keep it crispy, Kevin Bacon
You can roll it, I can face it
I'm awaking, Patrick Bateman
Got your girl, her booty shaking
Run the track like I'm Jamaican
Baby, I've been feeling like a king
Acting like a monster, LeBron with the ring
I've been feeling like I'm Zion Williamson
Run it like it's Dunkin
I'm bout to be dumb rich
Wait until the drums hit
I can get you dumb lit
Take a lil' something
Make it outta nothing
I ain't into cuffin'
And you won't catch me bluffing
But soon as I give thanks, I'm getting straight into the stuffing
See I be swimming and dipping
I f*ck your bitch and I'm chilling
I stack it up to the ceiling
And trap it up like I'm dealing
I pick it up and drop it down
I like to switch up the sound
Flipping the money around
I'm into getting it down
I wanna see you get down
I wanna see you get down
I wanna see you get groovy, groovy
Xay into shaking it up
Acting like he need a smoothie, smoothie
Bomb finna take you to Donnie's
He let you order Dasani
We got you calling your mommy
We got you shaking your body
Came dripping, dropped Lane Switchin'
I got your brain tripping, insane rhythms
And writtens on my veins, nigga
Kicking game like "what's your name?"
I came to bring the flames, bang
Then I hit you with the pen to the page, pen to the pad
I'm sending it back, the boom with the bap
Ain't new to the cat, I'm stupid with raps
I'm dancing like smooth Michael Jack
My crew with the facts
Someone better move and get back
Hit a nigga with the heat, hit him with the beats
Hit him with the bars, hit him with the freeze
Hit him up with the lease
She wanna hop in the sheets
She telling me I am a freak
Rising up like yeast
Pull up, then you gotta crease
All of your shit is for free
You gotta skip to me
Look at my drippery, slippery like
Chips, you're dipping me
Everybody too fit to see
So stick to me, stick to me
Nigga, I'm quick with these bars
Nobody quick as me
It's mister young, dope, and versatile
I'mma make it worth your while
Everybody flocked to me
The minute that they heard the style
Frequently fly, they know I earn the miles
Frown upon my raps and I'mma make sure
That you learn to smile
I'm on top like a yarmulke
Always mixing genres up
215Alive, nobody stopping us
Team full of stars like a constellation, Andromeda
Dalt and I just cooked up eight bangers, happy Hanukkah
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DALT - Boom Bap (feat. Lil Xay & Little Bomb) Lyrics
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Everybody's pointing me out like I'm the bad guy
My mama told me that I'd grow up to be a rabbi
But I'd rather blow the speakers out your motherf*cking lanai
Tell me that you can't, I
Find a way to make it
I'm the greatest, no mistaking
Keep it crispy, Kevin Bacon
You can roll it, I can face it
I'm awaking, Patrick Bateman
Got your girl, her booty shaking
Run the track like I'm Jamaican
Baby, I've been feeling like a king
Acting like a monster, LeBron with the ring
I've been feeling like I'm Zion Williamson
Run it like it's Dunkin
I'm bout to be dumb rich
Wait until the drums hit
I can get you dumb lit
Take a lil' something
Make it outta nothing
I ain't into cuffin'
And you won't catch me bluffing
But soon as I give thanks, I'm getting straight into the stuffing
See I be swimming and dipping
I f*ck your bitch and I'm chilling
I stack it up to the ceiling
And trap it up like I'm dealing
I pick it up and drop it down
I like to switch up the sound
Flipping the money around
I'm into getting it down
I wanna see you get down
I wanna see you get down
I wanna see you get groovy, groovy
Xay into shaking it up
Acting like he need a smoothie, smoothie
Bomb finna take you to Donnie's
He let you order Dasani
We got you calling your mommy
We got you shaking your body
Came dripping, dropped Lane Switchin'
I got your brain tripping, insane rhythms
And writtens on my veins, nigga
Kicking game like "what's your name?"
I came to bring the flames, bang
Then I hit you with the pen to the page, pen to the pad
I'm sending it back, the boom with the bap
Ain't new to the cat, I'm stupid with raps
I'm dancing like smooth Michael Jack
My crew with the facts
Someone better move and get back
Hit a nigga with the heat, hit him with the beats
Hit him with the bars, hit him with the freeze
Hit him up with the lease
She wanna hop in the sheets
She telling me I am a freak
Rising up like yeast
Pull up, then you gotta crease
All of your shit is for free
You gotta skip to me
Look at my drippery, slippery like
Chips, you're dipping me
Everybody too fit to see
So stick to me, stick to me
Nigga, I'm quick with these bars
Nobody quick as me
It's mister young, dope, and versatile
I'mma make it worth your while
Everybody flocked to me
The minute that they heard the style
Frequently fly, they know I earn the miles
Frown upon my raps and I'mma make sure
That you learn to smile
I'm on top like a yarmulke
Always mixing genres up
215Alive, nobody stopping us
Team full of stars like a constellation, Andromeda
Dalt and I just cooked up eight bangers, happy Hanukkah
My mama told me that I'd grow up to be a rabbi
But I'd rather blow the speakers out your motherf*cking lanai
Tell me that you can't, I
Find a way to make it
I'm the greatest, no mistaking
Keep it crispy, Kevin Bacon
You can roll it, I can face it
I'm awaking, Patrick Bateman
Got your girl, her booty shaking
Run the track like I'm Jamaican
Baby, I've been feeling like a king
Acting like a monster, LeBron with the ring
I've been feeling like I'm Zion Williamson
Run it like it's Dunkin
I'm bout to be dumb rich
Wait until the drums hit
I can get you dumb lit
Take a lil' something
Make it outta nothing
I ain't into cuffin'
And you won't catch me bluffing
But soon as I give thanks, I'm getting straight into the stuffing
See I be swimming and dipping
I f*ck your bitch and I'm chilling
I stack it up to the ceiling
And trap it up like I'm dealing
I pick it up and drop it down
I like to switch up the sound
Flipping the money around
I'm into getting it down
I wanna see you get down
I wanna see you get down
I wanna see you get groovy, groovy
Xay into shaking it up
Acting like he need a smoothie, smoothie
Bomb finna take you to Donnie's
He let you order Dasani
We got you calling your mommy
We got you shaking your body
Came dripping, dropped Lane Switchin'
I got your brain tripping, insane rhythms
And writtens on my veins, nigga
Kicking game like "what's your name?"
I came to bring the flames, bang
Then I hit you with the pen to the page, pen to the pad
I'm sending it back, the boom with the bap
Ain't new to the cat, I'm stupid with raps
I'm dancing like smooth Michael Jack
My crew with the facts
Someone better move and get back
Hit a nigga with the heat, hit him with the beats
Hit him with the bars, hit him with the freeze
Hit him up with the lease
She wanna hop in the sheets
She telling me I am a freak
Rising up like yeast
Pull up, then you gotta crease
All of your shit is for free
You gotta skip to me
Look at my drippery, slippery like
Chips, you're dipping me
Everybody too fit to see
So stick to me, stick to me
Nigga, I'm quick with these bars
Nobody quick as me
It's mister young, dope, and versatile
I'mma make it worth your while
Everybody flocked to me
The minute that they heard the style
Frequently fly, they know I earn the miles
Frown upon my raps and I'mma make sure
That you learn to smile
I'm on top like a yarmulke
Always mixing genres up
215Alive, nobody stopping us
Team full of stars like a constellation, Andromeda
Dalt and I just cooked up eight bangers, happy Hanukkah
Writer: Alexander Wierciszewski, Daltrey Granoff, Xavier Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid