B.O.M.B (BACK ON MY BULLY) Lyrics

Take a

Picture

Kodak

Or you could pour me the cognac

I'ma humbly say im the best in my city and trust me these niggas they know that

Choppa gon stay in the dickies

Tucked ina dickies my shoota is with me

And trust me he got him a fifty

Niggas be askin her but I'm not smashing her

Trust me I just want the licky

Your shawty she basic but my situation is

Shawty be keepin it sticky

Nigga was saying I'm trash and I don't write my songs shut the fuck up you dickeat

AP on ticky

I got me a few other watches but niggas be picky

Pretty no ricky

But shawty said something bout lube fuck I look like a jiffy?

Rub her like Vicky's

And then when she ready I'm ready then get in her kidneys

Let me switch up the topic I

Wait

I gotta make an announcement

Niggas be fiending to make an opinion man yah little niggas need counseling

Niggas be talkin they talkin they talkin they do it in person

I doubt it

Niggas be thinkin they know what I do but you bugging that route I rerouted

They don't want me to call up mafia

We gone make you another dead opp for us

And I got me some buzz on my name

And I'm back ina stu and I got a lil cockier

When you gettin yah money up shawties that ate it before they gon eat a lil sloppier

And me and my niggas we out of the country on balconies eating tolipia

Forreal

They like put a nigga on then

Fuck out my face you a grown man

Trap wit a pack made a snow man

Yeah I could fight but these hollows could go through a brick so I'm fearing of no man

And these bullets gon go thru yah whip now yah head on the window

I call you a door man

And the sound it's gone fuck up a old man

Say you a opp you a go then

The way I be switchin the clip and the switch on the switch

You would think I had 4 hands

And the way I running down when I see opps I don't need me a signal to go in

We was up in the trap while it's raining and snowing

And now it's the henny we pouring

Hit all head no leg shot

Zip up hood that good glock

All them niggas that spoke on bro done got hit up in head tops

Tip of bullets they red hot

Niggas rapping that's dead stock

Find his ways and hit up his mans and he finna give us that red drop

If he don't then that's a red dot

Uh, uh

He fanned out

Trust and believe that if my gun jam then I knock his fucking mans out

Pour up the mud I get juggy

Niggas don't wanna see me in hoodies

I been on my chillin not up on my bully shit

But nigga I'm back up on my bully shit