Edge & Christian

Lil Boom—
 Lil Boom, my—
 Lil Boom, my mom loves you
 Tag team that hoe like Edge and Christian
 I was raised off cornbread and chicken
 I said what i said and what I said I meant it
 My parents let me open the presents on Christmas Eve
 She don't believe me, say I cap a lot like Polo G
 Don't run up on me, choppa sing, YFN LUCCI
 Hey, woah woah woah, I might fuck yo ho and pay her bills
 She said you fucked that bitch and I know you did
 Defeated the internet, I feel like Soldier Kidd
 I'm counting this money a lot
 Driving that Benz off the lot
 Yo bitch, she giving me neck and I know she a thot (Woo)
 Whipping this bitch off the pot
 Hitting that bitch in a knot
 I got a eighth of some dopepack, I put that bitch in a 'gar
 Tag team the ho like Matt, Jeff Hardy
 Sipping on lean, don't need Bicardi
 Big .45, don't need to be gaurded
 Just walked in, don't get me started
 On the top rope like Rob Van Dame
 Bitch, I'm live like Carly and Sam
 No Shawn Michaels, bitch got a sweet chin
 I'm married to money, I'm finna meet Ben
 I'm going forth, give a fuck about fate
 You look at the score, bitch, it's eighty to eight
 That's yo bitch that wanna take me on a date
 Finessing that nigga then go about my day
 Don't hit me, don't text me, don't call up my jack
 'Cause if you hit me, bitch, I'm not gone text back
 Lil Boom and TEZZO like Kobe and Shaq
 My money intact now they wanna react