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fbg young - bomboclot lyrics

[intro]
why is everything chrome? cash
ayy
dope, uh, uh, yeah
this sh+t gettin’ exotic, this sh+t gettin’ rambunctious, this sh+t gettin’ toxic
on fo’nem grave

[verse]
new opp rolled up, this sh+t gettin’ exotic (you know it)
came in this b+tch with my glock in my pocket (huh?)
treat a rap n+gga like a ‘tape, we drop him (drrt)
still on the block with them rocks in my boxers (b+tch)
lil’ n+gga snitchin’, he tellin’, that’s reckless (huh?)
shots to his liver, we fill up his belly (uh, yeah)
the glock’ll hit anyone, ooh, that’s messy (uh, yeah)
baleno thing jump off the curb when i’m dashin’
b+tch, we want the smoke likе a bomboclot (all the smoke)
we ridе in the city with four glocks (huh?)
we’ll turn your ‘hood to a new blunt, n+gga (drrt)
b+tch, it’s free smoke when we roll up (trap)
n+ggas really 12, give ’em donuts (donuts)
chew a mid up, glock clutch, go nuts (go nuts)
summertime, shoot a whole f+ckin’ block up (yeah)
in your ‘hood and we makin’ up our own cuts (uh)
don’t talk if you ain’t on nothin’, n+gga (on nothin’, n+gga)
new k!ller ain’t gon’ blow nothin’, n+gga (smoke who, n+gga?)
i was thirteen with a four+fifth, n+gga (kept it on me, n+gga)
that was three years out the whole six, n+gga (we been that)
all you new n+ggas think they us, though (really talkin’ that)
n+ggas say they gang, i’m like, “how?” (how?)
fresh got booked for a pipe, he good, he done beat a body at trial
we out late like owls, try to run, we hawk him down (got ’em)
hollows out that .40 cal’, spotnews tweet about that child (ow)
if i get sn+tched, don’t know nothin’, n+gga (huh?)
you can catch shots on the post up, n+gga (yeah)
we’ll give you shots like you owe somethin’, n+gga (drrt)
gave that boy shots, now you owe us, n+gga (you owe us)
ya nosey booger, i’m in cahoots with all the k!llers (all the k!llers)
try to rob, we gon’ spoil your mission, i ball like steve harvey, n+gga (i ball)
forgi’ swervin’, i just popped a middy, f+ckin’ up my vision
n+ggas fake, i find hidden ‘gendas, hit him with the smith+and, ayy (drrt)
new opp pack came in, roll up (n+gga, roll up)
n+gga get smoked when we roll up (get smoked, boa)
n+ggas say “tooka” just to clout up (huh?)
n+ggas say they “gang,” but they not us (they not us)
in the middle of the party with my glock up (keep them glocks up)
n+gga, don’t start, can’t stop us (can’t stop us)
better watch that ho, she a set up
treat a ho like a man, get wet up
i bought pounds and i break ’em down, you lil’ [?]
feed the fam, but i run the town like i’m the only child
equipped with heat, we don’t dot no bs, smoke him like an ounce
tat the trap on my f+ckin’ face, i’ll serve your ass right now
vlone [?], matchin’ vs on my back, i’ll blow this b+tch at a crowd
i got gats all through mama house, i’m loadin’ chops up now
we do tit+for+tats, back+to+back, bodies gon’ be found, ayy (back+to+back, back+to+back, back+to+back, back+to+back)
we’ll give you shots like you owe us, n+gga (like you owe us, n+gga)
we’ll give you shots, now you owed us, n+gga (hol’ up, n+gga)
better not be lackin’ on the post up, n+gga (lackin’+ass)
know it’s free smoke when we roll up, n+gga (drrt)
12 get behind us, do a donut, n+gga
give a n+gga holes like donuts, n+gga
n+ggas really 12, give ’em donuts, n+gga
[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
on fo’nem grave, ayy
ayy, just keep all that sh+t, folk

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