Doe Boy – BOFFUM Lyrics (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

BOFFUM Lyrics By Doe Boy (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Smokin’ on both of them n*****, uh (Phew, boffum)
Swingin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)
Smokin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)
Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Doe Beezy, boffum)
Smokin’ on both of them n***** (Boffum)
Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Oh really? Boffum)
Fuckin’ on both of them bitches, uh (Boffum)
Fuckin’ on both of them bitches (Buddah Bless this beat, ah)

Beezy walk in with like fifty on ’em (Racks, racks, racks, walk in with like fifty)
Talkin’ ’bout them shots and them racks, I blow boffum (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
All that killer talk these n***** doin’, hope they know sum’ (Boom, know sum’)
‘Cause if you disrespect my fuckin’ gang, bitch, I know some (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I walked in with two poles on me, I blow boffum (Grrah, grrah, boffum)
My bitch and her fuckin’ friend want me, I chose boffum (Talk that talk)
My youngest smokin’ dead opps, but I’ma post ’em (Post ’em)
Which one y’all n***** drinkin’ and smokin’ on? Shit, boffum (Oh really?)

Fuck all of your dead n*****, they got me drunk as fuck
Got kicked out gang, bitch, take that tattoo off your face, we touched you up
You keep talkin’ ’bout, “Can’t say what’s his name is,” but he fucked you up
He wanna know how up it is, well, that’s what bitch, it’s up, it’s fucked, bitch, it’s stuck
One phone call, shooters run out the cut
Everyday like garbage day, ya better run when I dump
N****, try me in the slump, that’s your mans? Get smoked with ’em, uh, uh, uh
Feel on a groupie, that bitch so choosy
She send me a DM, won’t open ’em up
I just saw a opp in traffic, his windows weren’t tinted up
Had him lean back in his seat, tryna roll his window up
All they do is talk about us, can’t name what they did to us
Couple opps down, hunnid more to go, n****, I gotta finish up

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Beezy walk in with like fifty on ’em (Racks, racks, racks, walk in with like fifty)
Talkin’ ’bout them shots and them racks, I blow boffum (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
All that killer talk these n***** doin’, hope they know sum’ (Boom, know sum’)
‘Cause if you disrespect my fuckin’ gang, bitch, I know some (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I walked in with two poles on me, I blow boffum (Grrah, grrah, boffum)
My bitch and her fuckin’ friend want me, I chose boffum (Talk that talk)
My youngest smokin’ dead opps, but I’ma post ’em (Post ’em)
Which one y’all n***** drinkin’ and smokin’ on? Shit, boffum (Oh really?)

Smokin’ on both of them n*****, uh (Phew, boffum)
Swingin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)
Smokin’ on both of them n*****, phew (Boffum)
Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Boffum)
Smokin’ on both of them n***** (Let’s do it, boffum)
Swingin’ on both of them n***** (Boffum)
Fuckin’ on both of them bitches, uh (Boffum)
Fuckin’ on both of them bitches (Bagg, oh really?)

Who you know beat the case and pulled off in the Wraith? (Who?)
Switches on me, I ain’t playin’ it safe (Me)
What’s that, Chrome Heart? Yeah, you know sum’
Real glass house on my forearm
Stick pokin’ out like a sore thumb
Pussycat diamonds made your ho come
Get the Dior or the Louis Vuitton
Couldn’t decide, so I cop boffum (Everything)
They Maybach, the Lamb’, the Track’, I stand on that fire
I done threw red on all of ’em
I came in that bitch with some hi-hats, play with that fire (What?)
You fuck around and get shot at
You play like you wheel and deal
But when I did homework, I found you was not there
Wake up and go look out the blinds before I go piss (Why?)
Treatin’ the mansion like the projects (Big Bagg)

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Beezy walk in with like fifty on ’em (Racks, racks, racks, walk in with like fifty)
Talkin’ ’bout them shots and them racks, I blow boffum (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
All that killer talk these n***** doin’, hope they know sum’ (Boom, know sum’)
‘Cause if you disrespect my fuckin’ gang, bitch, I know some (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I walked in with two poles on me, I blow boffum (I blow boffum)
My bitch and her fuckin’ friend want me, I chose boffum (Talk that talk)
My youngest smokin’ dead opps, but I’ma post ’em (Post ’em)
Which one y’all n***** drinkin’ and smokin’ on? Shit, boffum (Oh really?)

Boffum, boffum (Run that murder gang)
Boffum (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
You n***** bird food
Boffum, boffum
Boffum (Shit, boffum)