Boomerang (Whatchu Been Doin)

[Intro]

Boy watchu been doin’

Boy watchu been doin’, doin’

Boy watchu been doin’, doin’

Boy watchu been doin’, doin’

Boy, boy, boy watch been doin’

[Verse 1]

You know how I do

Everything that I drop now is that hot new

But, I plan on being here for a minute

I see these other niggas in the drive-thru

Everyday I thank God that I’m not you

I wake up and think: “Damn, what you Pac do?”

Look, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me

‘Cause I’ll lay a nigga down if I got to

Watchu say

Fuck I gotta front for

Make the phone call, send a couple to your front door (Gagagaga)

It ain’t nothing if you want war

Believe that, but listen that ain’t what I come for

I said I’m baring my soul, showing my heart

They come at my neck, they pick at my flaws

I slipped

I fell

I pick up my cross

I say: “It happens”

We moving like Gods

Made it out the hood

What are the odds

Now I’m in power, broke a 48 laws

I record in the crib, in the booth in my drawers

They can’t walk in my shoes, shit in my store

Talking ‘bout me, they got some [?]

Chris and Cliff, bitch I’m a Paul

We don’t love these hoes, ‘cause these hoes ain’t know us

‘Less she drop it to the floor, make a round of applause like:

Go on make it clap for a nigga

Go on make it clap for a nigga

Bad bitch, everyone that rap wanna get her

3 bottles of Ace

That’s a stack for the liquor

‘Cause I just saw Meek throw 30

And I just wanna fit in

I should be happy just to make it to the league, right?

Nah, then you won’t even get in

Girl, I don’t know who he is, but he sure good looking

Got the cops and promoters, both tryna book him

Got my niggas and the chef, both of them cooking

Fucked 2 bad bitches, told ‘em both good looking

Lord

I know it’s hard right now

My nigga, and I feel for ya

The game got’ be mine for a minute, but

I might leave it in my wheel for ya

Ayy

[Chorus]

Watchu been doin'

Boy, watchu been doin'

I’ve been in this club all night

Baby, I been in this club all night

I told you I was here on business

She said: “I’m tryna fuck”, all right

Baby, watchu been doin'

Look, I’m who it is

I’m putting on for the crib

Watchu been doin'

Thinking ‘bout these hoes that I fucked

And all the lives that I’ve ruined

Watchu been doin'

[Verse 2]

What it looking like

Remember, I couldn’t get a thousand on a good night

Man, I dropped a couple songs

It’s the hood life

And like that, overnight, it just took flight

Now I get paid before I even lay the verse down

‘Cause I body everything

I should drive a Hertz around

Women pull they panties off, before they put their purchase down

Niggas payin’ bread, just to see the boy in person now

Niggas, wassup

I can see them niggas hurting now

Not a DJ, but I can see the table turnin’ now

Fuck ‘em all

Tell ‘em take a person out

First floor

Only thing that I’m worried ‘bout

Left mama in the crib, turn the [?] now

She went to the riverside, just to lay the [?] down

Fontaine

I’m the nigga that they heard about

Wasn’t sure before, but I know that they’re for certain now

I read the magazines

They overrate niggas

Put them in the booth with me and I erase niggas

Bunch of dick-riders

Man, I hate niggas

But I’mma put ‘em in their place

I’m a gravedigger

I brought the music to ‘em

They tried to play niggas

Now when the label come around, I’mma rate niggas

I’m twice as good, I want double what you pay niggas

If you hesitate, I’mma triple it, play with us

I said 1.5, they said the boy lost it

I want more than more than my forefathers was all offered

Cop a oldschool, drive it all awkward

Tryna be Paul Wall, pray I don’t get Paul Walker’ed

Come in, killing shit like Jamal Crawford

These new artists is all garbage and all talkers

Fuck ‘em

I’m here now, who gon’ stop us

Our Father

Who are in heaven

Hallowed be thy name

Hallowed be my [?]

Say a hundred Hail Marys while I [?]

Still sing Marvin Gaye, while I hold my bitch

I’m a old school player, they don’t know ‘bout this

Pussy nigga don’t be reaching for no pound

‘Cause you not my man

I take pride in my shit

Mufasa’s clan

Got these niggas jelly, ‘cause I’m who got the jam

Shit banging like a two-year old with two pots and pans

They say: “Boy you too fly, you got to land” 
Pardi Fontaine, nigga who hot to damn

Bitches throw pussy at me like a boomerang

Darling, I’m the new Marcus Graham

[Outro]