LP Rambo - Bomboclatt lyrics

Now what the hell made bitches
Think they own me
And then they mama say im dead wrong
When I leave them lonely
One thing i'll tell you
Get yo bag mane you don't need your homie
One thing I never have to tell niggas
I keep it on me bomboclatt!
Young nigga, by himself
Hustling for millions
Made rich by that stain block if
I say so they kill him
Stain kit for a homicide gone show
His ass who the real one
His main bitch say "Hi!"s mama cried
We keep packing her children

Oh you think you a prodigy
Sum like Mindless Behavior?
Foenem snatch your fuckin top piеce
Now it's mindless behavior
Thеy brought out FBI just to stop me
But im gone with my paper
I watched that dirty lil bitch snake me
I shouldn't have forgave her
I can't be mad at her I gotta
Check myself cause that's on me
Cause a hoe gone be a hoe
And a G gone be a G
By the way ain't nothing change if you
A G get put to sleep
Im bussing hard im off that yerk im
Seeing red don't look at me

Now what the hell made bitches
Think they own me
And then they mama say im dead wrong
When I leave them lonely
One thing i'll tell you
Get yo bag mane you don't need your homie
One thing I never have to tell niggas
I keep it on me bomboclatt!
Young nigga, by himself
Hustling for millions
Made rich by that stain block if
I say so they kill him
Stain kit for a homicide gone show
His ass who the real one
His main bitch say "Hi!"s mama cried
We keep packing her children

1 skully, 2 skully, 3 skully 4 skully
My bro got his soul for me and
All them niggas hoes love me
Baby I need to roll it up so
Can you count these rolls for me?
Bro just scooped to slide on them he
Brought a bigger pole for me
I went from writing comic
Books to poppin' shit
And wave had came back with
A thousand off the lick
We still acting broke to not be obvious
I give no fuck bout me I want my mama rich
I said bro what was your charges he
Just read a lot of shit
I said im gone pay your
Bail with dirty money, lot of bricks
Make it old school big white T
When a nigga copped the fit
Still got my old tool for throwback
I still ain't got it fixed

Now what the hell made bitches
Think they own me
And then they mama say im dead wrong
When I leave them lonely
One thing i'll tell you
Get yo bag mane you don't need your homie
One thing I never have to tell niggas
I keep it on me bomboclatt!
Young nigga, by himself
Hustling for millions
Made rich by that stain block if
I say so they kill him
Stain kit for a homicide gone show
His ass who the real one
His main bitch say "Hi!"s mama cried
We keep packing her children