BOMO Lyrics

Cannot relate to these hoes, yea

Moving round doing the most, yea

Let's have a toast to them folks running up on my throne

Y'all not even close, yea

I never been one to boast

But lately I feel like the king of the globe, yea

Had my back against the ropes

But I'm bouncing back and that's just how it goes, yea

All my life been on my own, yea

I've been on my own, yea

Been all alone on this road

But never lost hope

Cause bitch I'm the goat, yea

Been on my- been on my own, yea

I've been on my own, yea

Stick and stone could never break a Jone-bone

Got this shit all on my own, yea

Ten toes down off the get go

And they love how it sound off the headphone

If that boy talking down then I show em them numbers

How I get my payback like Venmo

Told em write this shit down on my headstone

While I'm rolling that loud off the west coast

Yea, y'all hear that sound, it gon' echo

My shit doing rounds from Trinity to Redstone

Bitch, I'm talking reckless with no regard

Showing scars, left em with broken hearts

Open arms setting off any smoke alarms

Make a clown hit the deck like the joker card

I got the juice, now I'm overcharged

Going far in this rover, the motorcar

They gon' hop on the wave, it ain't Noah's ark

Always want smoke, they got close but no cigar

Cannot relate to these hoes, yea

Moving round doing the most, yea

Let's have a toast to them folks running up on my throne

Y'all not even close, yea

I never been one to boast

But lately I feel like the king of the globe, yea

Had my back against the ropes

But I'm bouncing back and that's just how it goes, yea

All my life been on my own, yea

I've been on my own, yea

Been all alone on this road

But never lost hope

Cause bitch I'm the goat, yea

Been on my- been on my own, yea

I've been on my own, yea

Stick and stone could never break a Jone-bone

Got this shit all on my own, yea

Now everybody come together

Eyes on me like sunken treasure

They can't stand being under pressure

Hands out reaching for a cut of the cheddar

Them ties can get cut and severed

Feel like I deserve something better

Act like something you wasn't ever

Don't call me brother, motherfucker, we not blood whatsoever

Okay, Bitch, I'm back forreal

Tell a hoe pass the bill

Action-filled

Everybody hearing this hit like when Chris Rock got his ass smacked by Will

Mass appeal

Young man caught a few looks, ay

Young man got a few shook, ay

Watch how I cook em like Booker

I woulda, I shoulda, you wish that you could, ay

How the boy got em all pissed off

Damn, I'm still dreaming like 6 Dogs

At the tiptop of a tower with a bad ass bitch in my palm like King Kong

Call me Cujo, I'm that big, dog

Walking out the bank in my flip flops

Quit with the shit-talk, I'm giving TED Talks

Y'all out here doing TikToks