The Lost Souls - BoomPOW lyrics

[Intro] Aiyyo, you betta flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be virgins if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go BOOM BOOM, and yo' guns go pow-pow [Verse 1 - Fresh Costello] Shxt, I'm a lab rat, Me & this beat got chemistry To bad I'm to rip it, k** it, sh** on it, Human centipede I got to much flow, too many hoes To be stressing over one, that's a f**kng Oh no Lyrically, I'm a terrorist, Better know who you up against Them guns got aim, I ain't talking instant messaging You n***as is just f*g bags, Better yet bad acts Get them n***as out my face before their is some contact Too many wack n***as thinkin that they can rhyme too I can't be worried I'm just waiting on the right move Lost Soul on the rise, And did i forget to mention My n***as is on a mission, Focused we got precision Aiming at our goal & that's a shot we won't be missing Best believe that's a shot I won't be missing [Hook] My guns go BOOM BOOM, and yo` guns go pow-pow (X7) [Verse 2 - BG FiRe] They may not like me now But you could check out my persona Flowing so malicious woulda thought I had to throw up Versitile boy, I'm one of a kind you know Same kiddo to get on beats and send of off to pluto I'm new tho, but this beat so what ever I'm Finna take y'all to the old school era When tha rockin of gold chains, was high double deckers And break dancing had y'all feeling hyper than them new 11's But Yeah Yeah where did that generation went to? Now a days is its all about matching colors like rubix cubes But me I'm relaxed, just bumpin to the right song Feeling like a zebra w. my black and white strips on I'm ill can't you see right here From the 90's to the 80's new talent has reappeared I'm thinking of making it clear So open ya eyes and stare Then watch the souls take off in the air [Hook] [Verse 3 - BG FiRe] Ya girl be throwing it back like foot ball jerseys And I just Mac like why this b**h so thirsty Imm outta my lane I'm going insane Outta my brain Im Running this sh** So, What the f** is u saying Nah I ain't really mean to get so disrespectful I pa**ing the mic to my soul let this n***a get you [Verse 4 - Fresh Costello] The money is money, Whether its dirty or clean Either you selling the rock, Or you be chasing ya dream If they ain't shooting baskets, They Robbins you for your ice cream And that sh** mean, One hit and you just sight seeing n***a on some time square sh** Shout out to my n***a NickFrsh, We taking over this sh** [Hook]