Bomb

Slammin Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato At the table, cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers Bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it The evasive black American Gangster, sinister, corner hugger Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me Forty fo' my closest hom ie, kill cockaroaches like Tony Got Montana money Newport 100 dipped in fluid, yo, I had to smoke it Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we loc'ing Call it devilish how I do bitch Fuck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings What? Rolling Pockets all swollen Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient? A split with 4 niggas , since I'm a go getter I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and the weed a la carte I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant Cuz back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature What? 28 days later we all getting fresh Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch My team on a dreadful level, yo Yeah, we still getting money right Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick Ba boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip Clip in my pocket, my rocket I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up We real, all G, 75-hundred of us Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "we need more heat"