B.O.M.B.S.

Back on my bullshit Back to back on my bullshit Matter fact, that was bullshit I'm goin' back to back to back on my bullshit Do it one time, they gon' think it's luck Gotta hit 'em with the repeat Do it two times, they gon' still doubt Ayy, now I got a three-peat Gotta flood the streets 'til they knee deep Gotta stay woke, can't be 'sleep All this fly shit don't be cheap All these bad bitches that we keep 'round Pockets gotta be deep now Never lose again, live in me, deep down Gotta keep winning, it's a clean sweep now Tell her, "Back it up", you hear three beeps now Big truckload, bitch Call me Greek Freak, big bucks lil' bitch Paid in full, Lil' Ace, Lil Mitch You a R.I.C.O., lower case, you a snitch Not from Chicago but too shy to speak Ask, "Where's Waldo?" I'm too hide and seek Move like cargo, I do fly every week Princes in Lagos, Dubai with sheikhs Everywhere I go, new vibes to freak Told her I'm Drago, you Apollo Creed Far as hot cars go, you guys to me I'm Murcielago and you dry your feet, nigga I'm that ball in the hood New Lamb' truck got the ball in the hood Black and red lookin' like the boss of the hood Twenty threes on it, got the ball sittin' good This game 6, this can't miss Shootin' my shot, wrist hang, swish Ice my shit like I just sprained this Millie, plain Jane and that bitch stainless Look, money talk, shorty talkin' this language Buy her a car, she gon' switch lanes quick I got shut up money, I don't explain shit Do you wanna boss up or just change shifts? Pretty little joint and she gets things lit Baby got a crew on some Rich Gang shit PNB and Meek muzzled the same bitch If you look in her eyes, man, that shit's dangerous, on God On the gang, on bros No bullshit, you the one, D. Rose Pass me Pippen, the long nose Then it's game over, the horn blows This the last shot You tryna be on the team or be the mascot? Wanna be the First Lady or the last thot? I'm paying Dwayne Wade but I flash knots, whoa I thought you could've been Jordan Found out that you wasn't even Ben Gordon Next one get flew out, I'm keepin' 'em boardin' Like Toni Kukoc, I'm foreign importin', yeah I cannot bullshit on none of y'all I got a bullseye on some of y'all I feel like Michael in '95 Back on my bullshit this summer, y'all