BOMB FREESTYLE

 

I can't fuck with nobody, I'm the bomb

Yeah, fuck bein' calm, I feel like Ron

Bitches all in my DMs, like I'm the Don

Feel like DC, red and black dreadlocks

Got the CD, put you in a headlock (baby, ooh)

You 'on't need me, 'til you see the red dot

They tryna change me, but at what cost?

Bitches wanna fuck around and get popped

I sometimes still think 'bout my Pops

Realizing you ain't gon' respond

I don't get a response, swear to God, y'all brainwashed

I took you 'bove and beyond

Lil' bitch don't know what she caused

So much pain from this bond, why'd I grow fond?

Why'd I grow fond of ya? Why the fuck am I shocked?

And y'all pussy hoes might just get robbed

Bitches get touched, bitches get knocked

Wait 'til we locked up and face chopped

Ayy, girl, you might get dropped

From your label, tellin' fables, finna get rocked

Hey, I know some hoes, what do they want?

I feel like my ass might be gone

And all these hoes get offed

Feel like I'ma just scoff, hey boss

Cough cough, shut your bitch ass up, then walk off

And pussy lil' bitch red-nosed like he Rudolph

I can't love you, you can kick rocks

I just want your love, you might end up doxxed

Bitches always wanna call the cops

On my ass like I'm a criminal but I give props

To the bitches who think they shit but fail lots

I just caught a body, bitches call me rap-bot

Not Rap God, but hoes know I'm Xbox

And fucking with me might get you and your dawgs

Shocked with a taser on your own block

Fucking with my mama, got my gun cocked

Hey, you know it's the school of the hard knocks

I need this honoree, I cannot stop

And my methods so unorthodox

I could care less, I'm playin' hopscotch

And motherfucker gon' give me top

Feeling like I knock off your socks

I just wanna fuck, comin' out the box

Throwin' up my fucking lunch, I been pickin' locks

I been doin' all them drugs, I-I got body drops

Bitches ask, "Hey, what the fuck?" I done beat the odds

And you and your gang might need a fucking rod

I'm so electric, yeah, I'm with my damn squad

We call them shots noddin' off, I bop-bop

To this track, I got the perfect spot

Hey, you know me and my gang, we tyin' knots

You put on this fake ass fucking damn facade

Measuring pots, yeah, yeah, we got them stocks

Yeah, yeah, I'm in my pod, yeah, yeah, never get caught

Give it all I got, mofos gon' get shot, hey

I know these hoes cannot fuck up, 'cuz it's way too hot

And hey, my hoes got caught alot

But me? I'm still with my cod, I jog

Down the fucking alley, I walk that walk

And I do talk that talk, you talkin' blah blah blah

Can you connect the dots? If not

You gon' hear a few gunshots

Do not fret, it'll be okay, we got a plot

We takin' jobs and killing all our opps

And pussy ass bitch think he's the fox

Hey, Doc, I got my Glock, we got the Glocks

Leave hoes in a shock, in a craze, fly away like a flock

Hey, hey, I know me and my gang, we gon' mock

A bitch, stop a bitch, bitches know they blocked

I blocked your number, tick tock

There goes the clock, grab that chalk

Line the body, suck it up, eat a cock

Oh, the cops think they can kill me? They wrong

'Cause I brought the whole squad

The shit I bought from the damn gun shop

Across the street with a fucking mop

And the fuck they want? I ain't like no Bob

And these hoes can rot, have they forgot?

And ayy, I just bought my bitch a yacht

Fucking on her body, chop, chop, chop

I just want my mommy, but I cannot

That bitch know karate, but he a flop

Now they fucking on me, but I'm a god

Bitches act like Tommy, but he got clocked

Yeah, yeah, I'ma just nod

Act like I understand what you saying but I do not

Hey, yeah, I rap like a robot

And y'all know I'm mechanical with my lines, bitches eat they snot

Motherfuckers know I like 2pac

Yeah, and it's a fucking onslaught

Of a fucking juggernaut

Bitches are in so distraught

I know what they fucking sought

And you know I fucking ought

To drop a body, that boy a fraud

Bitches on me, without a second thought

You know you want me to teach you what I was taught

Hey, yeah, bitches know we fought

The shit I've brought

To the table makes you doubt who you crossed

 

They forging documents

Need a bitch, the contient

Motherfucker don't know his consonants

Bitch, I made monuments

That shit's a condiment

Ayy, yeah-yeah, and my ass so confident

Ayy-yeah-yeah, know I'm so dominant

I rule with dominance, it's prominent

And y'all know when I'm walkin' in

I'm with your bitch, no stoppin' him

Huh-uh