Freddie Gibbs, Raekwon - Bomb lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, Raekwon - Bomb lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Slammin! Drugs got me wakin up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker
But I'm on deck got two and a baby off
My bitch's student loan check
She hit my line to get that
Girl I call it phone sex
Robbin like my problems ain't gon'
Catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG bobby Johnson
Split your potato every table
Cookin shavin and touchin base
With them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the
Yay' as soon as they taste it
The amazin black American Gangster
Sinister corner hugger
Seein this nigga shine been annoyin
Me like a muh'fucker this busta owe me
Now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie
Kill cock-a-aroaches like Tony
Got Montana money
You bought 100, dipped in fluid
Yo I had to smoke it
Pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we kno-ckin
Call it devilish how I do bitch
Fuck these niggaz talkin
I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
What? Uhh, yeah ah f'sho, yeah
Rollin pockets all swollen
Set the record straight that FNH
Is what I'm holdin
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 niggaz, 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
(Cheffin') up the crack, the heroin
And weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's
I should own a fuckin restaurant
Cause back when I was 12 threw some bells
On a scale and I got a pager
We broke 'em 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 gettin fresh
Got the heart to die for somethin
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 gettin money right?
Long as the sun come out
I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just coolin
My bitch on my dick
But boom yo, you live with your moms
Just get a grip clip in my pocket, a 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, 7500 of us
Up in the Sprinter bus
Fussin "We need more heat"
Slammin! Drugs got me wakin up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker
But I'm on deck got two and a baby off
My bitch's student loan check
She hit my line to get that
Girl I call it phone sex
Robbin like my problems ain't gon'
Catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG bobby Johnson
Split your potato every table
Cookin shavin and touchin base
With them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the
Yay' as soon as they taste it
The amazin black American Gangster
Sinister corner hugger
Seein this nigga shine been annoyin
Me like a muh'fucker this busta owe me
Now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie
Kill cock-a-aroaches like Tony
Got Montana money
You bought 100, dipped in fluid
Yo I had to smoke it
Pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we kno-ckin
Call it devilish how I do bitch
Fuck these niggaz talkin
I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
What? Uhh, yeah ah f'sho, yeah
Rollin pockets all swollen
Set the record straight that FNH
Is what I'm holdin
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 niggaz, 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
(Cheffin') up the crack, the heroin
And weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's
I should own a fuckin restaurant
Cause back when I was 12 threw some bells
On a scale and I got a pager
We broke 'em 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 gettin fresh
Got the heart to die for somethin
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 gettin money right?
Long as the sun come out
I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just coolin
My bitch on my dick
But boom yo, you live with your moms
Just get a grip clip in my pocket, a 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, 7500 of us
Up in the Sprinter bus
Fussin "We need more heat"