BabyTron, KrispyLife Kidd, StanWill - Atomic Bomb lyrics

313 Mafia damn, Glo, you killed this one
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ninety-nine cent iced tea
Five hundred dollar deuce
Step in Dolce & Gabbana
These five hundred dollar shoes
I be with them big sharks
No piranhas 'round me, boo
Atomic bomb, the drop in the
Pop, I need pajamas, dude
Sleepy than a bitch
I got pieces and they hit
Stan like Keanu Reeves
He be creeping with the blick
Bro J j watt with Glock, if he see you
He gon’ blitz
Dub on me, show my ass like in this bitch

New sauce, foreign shorts
I'm looking for a MILF
BNT talk, I'll get a little brother killed
Very seldom that I shoot and don’t his shit
Soon as you're done sucking, baby, yeah
I gotta dip these niggas hoes
It's hard to believe that they got a dick
If I had a Glock
Best believe that it got a dick
If yo bitch coming over, duh
She got the dick
And she told you all she did was suck the tip

Ayy, I could show you how to make some pape
Fuck a Forex trade
Turn a opp house to Zap Zone
We gon' score with lasers
Suck a dick, I'll scam yo granny
That was for my haters
Runnin' up up in LA, bitch
We score like Lakers
I eat hibachi everyday, I'm Benihana Man
I'll slam dunk on yo bitch, I’m Juwanna Mann
I know niggas not rich, you ain’t Roddy, man
I can't teach you how to
Fly but the choppa can

Fendi and Dior, designer on my body
I’m tryna kill a hunnid opps
I be thinking like a Nazi
Japanese Fanta, extra rice in my hibachi
The type to turn into a zombie
Slide with automatic Tommies

ShittyBoyz and KrispyLife link we
Fuckin' people mama
Please put yo 'Woods out, I smell zaza
If I fuck, I'll never ever put on a condom
Man, fuck being the GOAT
I wanna be the Dalai Lama

Man, you heard Kidd, he the Dalai Lama
Big-ass 762, stuff the chop with rockets
Stuff a twenty ball in my Amiris
I done popped a pocket
Never once seen a price tag and
Said I’m not gon' cop it