"Bomb.com" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Fatt, yeah
We got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (Drums)
And my bitch, she the Bomb.com
I ran up my money, and turn up a block bitch
I don't like Boujee bitches, they boring
We got a whole lotta perk's, and a whole lotta Roxy's
Whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches
When we start flexing, the feds start watching
My life been hectic, took he's coal, like hockey
It's a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing
I put your bitch on a boat on the island
I don't even remember this shit, off the Molly
I done really got rich, they now hear when I'm talking
Nun of these bitches want me, they all in
Time is money, money mean profit
Fifties and hunnids, I pop out and pop it
The day, that I see that boy car, I'mma stop it
I ran up my money, I used to rob niggas
Got down on my dick, and I couldn't even call niggas
I stand on my money, now I'm tall nigga
And I know how I get, so I stay from around niggas
He a bitch, he ain't with me, I'll slime a nigga
We load up with them sticks, and go find a nigga
And lil' Casey, done spinned on lotta niggas
That my twin, we locked in, he gon' drop a nigga
And I really don't hang, with no rapper niggas
Bitch this only the klan, and the family nigga
Twenty racks in my hand, feel amazing
I walked in, told my mama, "I made it"
No, I can't name a thing, they gave me
When we come, can't nobody save
I put on my cape, tryna go save her
I drop a tape and they sendin' me paper
Hang up on Kayley, I pull up on Laila
She in New York, get flew to Jamaica
I gave her my heart, she made me hate her
I pull with new rod, turn a opp into hater
Put a whole in his chest, turn a opp into a bagel
I went to sleep broke, I woke up with my cake up
Bitch, you know, you can't suck on my dick with no makeup
Take that shit off, let me see how your face look
I be clutching my Glock, when I lay in my bed
I'm stoppin' my opps, this bitch ain't in my head
All that talkin' just makin' me mad
All these bitches, keep doing me back
The last thing that he seen, was the flash, you hear that, Flrddd, now he put on his ass
We gon' follow that car, 'till we don't see no cameras
When bro, dump this clip, I'ma stub on the gas
We got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (Drums)
And my bitch, she the Bomb.com
I ran up my money, and turn up a block bitch
I don't like Boujee bitches, they boring
We got a whole lotta perk's, and a whole lotta Roxy's
Whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches
When we start flexing, the feds start watching
My life been hectic, took he's coal, like hockey
It's a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing
I put your bitch on a boat on the island
I don't even remember this shit, off the Molly
I done really got rich, they now hear when I'm talking
Nun of these bitches want me, they all in
Time is money, money mean profit
Fifties and hunnids, I pop out and pop it
The day, that I see that boy car, I'mma stop it
Yeah, yeah
Fatt, yeah
We got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (Drums)
And my bitch, she the Bomb.com
I ran up my money, and turn up a block bitch
I don't like Boujee bitches, they boring
We got a whole lotta perk's, and a whole lotta Roxy's
Whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches
When we start flexing, the feds start watching
My life been hectic, took he's coal, like hockey
It's a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing
I put your bitch on a boat on the island
I don't even remember this shit, off the Molly
I done really got rich, they now hear when I'm talking
Nun of these bitches want me, they all in
Time is money, money mean profit
Fifties and hunnids, I pop out and pop it
The day, that I see that boy car, I'mma stop it
I ran up my money, I used to rob niggas
Got down on my dick, and I couldn't even call niggas
I stand on my money, now I'm tall nigga
And I know how I get, so I stay from around niggas
He a bitch, he ain't with me, I'll slime a nigga
We load up with them sticks, and go find a nigga
And lil' Casey, done spinned on lotta niggas
That my twin, we locked in, he gon' drop a nigga
And I really don't hang, with no rapper niggas
Bitch this only the klan, and the family nigga
Twenty racks in my hand, feel amazing
I walked in, told my mama, "I made it"
No, I can't name a thing, they gave me
When we come, can't nobody save
I put on my cape, tryna go save her
I drop a tape and they sendin' me paper
Hang up on Kayley, I pull up on Laila
She in New York, get flew to Jamaica
I gave her my heart, she made me hate her
I pull with new rod, turn a opp into hater
Put a whole in his chest, turn a opp into a bagel
I went to sleep broke, I woke up with my cake up
Bitch, you know, you can't suck on my dick with no makeup
Take that shit off, let me see how your face look
I be clutching my Glock, when I lay in my bed
I'm stoppin' my opps, this bitch ain't in my head
All that talkin' just makin' me mad
All these bitches, keep doing me back
The last thing that he seen, was the flash, you hear that, Flrddd, now he put on his ass
We gon' follow that car, 'till we don't see no cameras
When bro, dump this clip, I'ma stub on the gas
We got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (Drums)
And my bitch, she the Bomb.com
I ran up my money, and turn up a block bitch
I don't like Boujee bitches, they boring
We got a whole lotta perk's, and a whole lotta Roxy's
Whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches
When we start flexing, the feds start watching
My life been hectic, took he's coal, like hockey
It's a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing
I put your bitch on a boat on the island
I don't even remember this shit, off the Molly
I done really got rich, they now hear when I'm talking
Nun of these bitches want me, they all in
Time is money, money mean profit
Fifties and hunnids, I pop out and pop it
The day, that I see that boy car, I'mma stop it
