Fireworks – BoostJam Lyrics
(I just told my nigga BoostJam, know we goin’ up)
(Paradise)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pssh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, slatt
I’m tryna stack these racks up, I’m not talkin’ ‘bout pennies (Not talkin’ ‘bout coins)
You know that I’m YSS (Yeah), slime, got this shit all in me (Buh-buh-buh)
Got this shit all on me (Slatt), got this shit on, bitch, I got it on me (Got it on me)
Me and BoostJam turnt (BoostJam), we so turnt, we got that shit on, homie
I’m the flyest motherfucker in the spot makin’ shit pop, eugh (Makin’ shit pop, eugh)
Come back just to leave me, I say, “Nah, baby, uh-uh” (Fuck nah)
She said that my glasses fryin’ her ‘cause she know that I’m hot (I’m hot as fuck)
I walk to the club, yeah, pull up to the spot (To the spot, yеah)
Outside poppin’ fireworks, hell yеah (Yeah)
Hit my dance, I mess it up, I’m YSS, yeah
Hit that bitch, I’m in the back, she said, ‘’Hell yeah”
Do my shit, I’m poppin’ tags on ‘em, hell yeah (Yeah)
Walkin’ swag, put a bag on ‘em (Swag), yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Chasin’ money, chase the bag on ‘em (Chase the bag), I’m just flexin’, yeah (Shut up, yeah)
Damn, my girl so fuckin’ bad (She so bad), I might finna marry her (Marry her)
Me and BoostJam, we not trash (Yeah), we just put some heat on ya (Yeah)
I just got back from the store, finna put this fit on, yeah
You gotta stop stealin’ my flow, it don’t really fit on ya
I hit rock bottom, but the only way to go was up
I know my time comin’, it’s gotta hurry up
I’ve just been doin’ my thing, I don’t mean to disturb ya
I’ve been stayin’ out the way, don’t talk to me ‘bout this, that, and the third, yeah (Shut up)
I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, and I don’t know what you heard, yeah
Why is everything a competition? Why you in a hurry? Yeah
Ain’t no low effort, I’ma push it to the limit
I’ma make some fruit punch if life decides to give me lemons, yeah (On God)
I gave this music thing my all, can’t take back my decision
They can’t say I was a plant, my brothers all eye witness, what? (Yeah)
Tell- Tell- Tell these- Tell these boys stay out my business
I ain’t stoppin’ nothin’ until my bank account say seven digits
I would never say I’m done because the job is never finished
I’m tryna stack these racks up (Yeah), I’m not talkin’ ‘bout pennies (Not talkin’ ‘bout coins)
You know that I’m YSS (Yeah), slime, got this shit all in me (Buh-buh-buh)
Got this shit all on me (Slatt), got this shit on, bitch, I got it on me (Got it on me)
Me and BoostJam turnt (BoostJam), we so turnt, we got that shit on, homie (You know we twins)
I’m the flyest motherfucker in the spot makin’ shit pop, eugh (Makin’ shit pop, eugh)
Come back just to leave me, I say, “Nah, baby, uh-uh” (Fuck nah)
She said that my glasses fryin’ her ‘cause she know that I’m hot (I’m hot as fuck)
I walk to the club, yeah, pull up to the spot (To the spot, yeah)
Outside poppin’ fireworks, hell yeah (Yeah)
Hit my dance, I mess it up (Slatt), I’m YSS, yeah (Mess it up, up, I’m YSS)
Hit that bitch, I’m in the back, she said, ‘’Hell yeah” (Yeah)
Do my shit, I’m poppin’ tags on ‘em, hell yeah (Yeah)
Fireworks, de BoostJam; álbum BxT; compositores BoostJam e TRXP; lançamento July 10, 2026.
















