Bomb - Freddie Gibbs/Raekwon
Slammin
*** 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 b**ches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl I call it phone ***
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
B**ch 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 amazin' black American Gangster sinister
Corner her
Cuz seeing this ni**a shine
Been annoying me like a muthaf**ka
This busta owe me now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie kill cockaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money
You bought 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 b**ch
F**k 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 ****ers p**sy
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 ni**a
Got an ice maker for a heart
Made ni**a from the start
Life is like a movie
All I did was play my f**kin' part
Cheffing up the crack the h****n
And the w**d a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's
I should own a f**kin' 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 b**ch 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 b**ch on my ****
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"
