Bomb Bae!

[Verse 1] Look at my gold, check, necklace, check Tatted bitch talkin' real reckless, yes Everything I do epic, blessed No UPS and you'll get the message Everybody talkin' bout bezels (Bezels) Everybody drip just drizzle (Drizzle) Bitch, go to work, you can't clock me Clock in 'cause you're on the schedule (Yeah) If they go crazy, then I'ma Goku (Uh-huh) Bitch glowed up like Goku (Goku) Daddy's all meat and no tofu (Tofu) Boss gon' detox, he likes them Whole Foods Stash diamonds in that Payless (Payless) 'Tween your Reeboks and nice shoes (Nice shoes) Now I re-up on the bullshit (Bullshit) Sendin' them home like a curfew (Oh) I'm with Mrs. Smith and that Smith & Wesson (Woah) Bitch, I'm the answer, you out the question Heat up the scene and they steady pressin' I'm on the green like my salad dressing Dry ice, the diamonds on freeze (Freeze) When he make me come, I'ma cream on the cheese (Uh) You can be rich, but you cannot get these I'm one-on-one like this shit on my feet, ooh [Chorus] Just give me rum like Bombay And he gon' eat it up (Eat it up) 'cause he know it's gourmet (Gourmet) I'm up in that bitch head, séance But you know I want bread, bae, I need it homemade (Homemade) [Verse 2] Quit the retail, not done braggin', so (No) I'll get 'em higher than crack rock If he give me lip, I'ma crack jaw I cannot play with that nigga, not at all (At all) At they neck with a hacksaw Ted Bundy on these hoes Servin' these flows for C-notes I'm in my undies, but money get dressed and it re-post Eatin' yummy à la mode (Mode) Eatin' bums, I'm in beast mode (Yah) You know what the fuck goin' on (Goin' on) Find out when you decode the G code Your baby daddy crazy, I think that nigga in love I'm a big mama, still don't give a mother fuck And I might get some head Depend if we drink all this liquor then hiccup Hoes be smilin', I can't trust her She wanna know if I'm fuckin' her nigga Don't talk crazy, I'ma be inchin' up Like ridin' a boa constrictor These hoes can't rap, I know she suck I could eat his good spitter, so hit her [Chorus] Just give me rum like Bombay And he gon' eat it up (Eat it up) 'cause he know it's gourmet (Gourmet) I'm up in that bitch head, séance But you know I want bread, bae, I need it homemade (Homemade)