"B.O.M.B.S." lyrics
You cannot take our minds
You cannot trace our lines
You won't step to us and walk off fine
And I'd live, laugh, love to see you try
I'm Kiki and Snake's child
Nigga, we ahead by a country mile
With so many unfuckwithable styles
We gon' wash the whole world with a smile
I ain't even in my bag yet, I only got a hand in
Punks not sitting on no real shit, they mostly stand-ins
My pen so bloody, it's no debate; more like a short discussion
Damn, I already fucked up tryna make this the one that has no cussin'
Back on my bullshit
Back on my, back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit
Piecing niggas before feeding the full clip
Back on my bullshit
Back on my, back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit
Piecing niggas before feeding the full clip
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my, back on my, back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
This is less on some, "Betcha can't play this!"
And more, hmm, how do I explain this?
If you ain't live what we live, then you can't give what we give
And I am so sorry, sis, but it is what it is
Y'all can't fuck with a nigga who trades gear to live
Him and Craigslist got an intimate relationship
Y'all can't fuck with a nigga who use Ableton as an instrument Nigga learned that shit in a year, no kizz, other niggas doin' it but not like this
Back on our bullshit
Back on our, back on our, back on our bullshit (TITTIES)
You can't cover us, you can't copy us
All you can really do is sloppytoppy us
We came in the game, made a lane and a name
And a lot of these lames can't say they did the same
This is our pain that saves us everyday
Nigga, is you hearing this?
No one doing it like how we doing it
But it's not like we spent 7 years proving it
No one doing it like how we doing it
But it's not like we spent 7 years proving it
You cannot trace our lines
You won't step to us and walk off fine
And I'd live, laugh, love to see you try
I'm Kiki and Snake's child
Nigga, we ahead by a country mile
With so many unfuckwithable styles
We gon' wash the whole world with a smile
I ain't even in my bag yet, I only got a hand in
Punks not sitting on no real shit, they mostly stand-ins
My pen so bloody, it's no debate; more like a short discussion
Damn, I already fucked up tryna make this the one that has no cussin'
Back on my bullshit
Back on my, back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit
Piecing niggas before feeding the full clip
Back on my bullshit
Back on my, back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit
Piecing niggas before feeding the full clip
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my, back on my, back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
Back on my (drop)
This is less on some, "Betcha can't play this!"
And more, hmm, how do I explain this?
If you ain't live what we live, then you can't give what we give
And I am so sorry, sis, but it is what it is
Y'all can't fuck with a nigga who trades gear to live
Him and Craigslist got an intimate relationship
Y'all can't fuck with a nigga who use Ableton as an instrument Nigga learned that shit in a year, no kizz, other niggas doin' it but not like this
Back on our bullshit
Back on our, back on our, back on our bullshit (TITTIES)
You can't cover us, you can't copy us
All you can really do is sloppytoppy us
We came in the game, made a lane and a name
And a lot of these lames can't say they did the same
This is our pain that saves us everyday
Nigga, is you hearing this?
No one doing it like how we doing it
But it's not like we spent 7 years proving it
No one doing it like how we doing it
But it's not like we spent 7 years proving it
