Bomboclaat Lyrics

Gang n'em want to play with me, gone be a homicide

Bunch of felons on your ass and they yelling bomboclaat

If you ain't with me, best believe you on the other side

Brodie scared to do a drill, I love 'em maybe another ride

All them bodies on his mental, yeah it got his stomach tired

Said I gotta STD, but the bitch lied

How you leader of your pack and all your brothers died

Had to bury my niggas, hurt my heart to see they mama crying

Want to see his face for I kill 'em, take my mask off

And I'm shooting this 30 round clip like I'm Zach Randolph

Like a baby eat his whole plate, I get my rice gone

Insecure about her body, I fucked her with the lights on

Want to do business, ok it ain't free though

Aim this bitch so nice and tight, I'll shoot 'em through his peephole

How u wanna be my bitch, you know them cheeks old

Baby mamas wacking baby daddies, damn the streets cold

Life so crazy we dodging bullets, dodging Rico's

He the last opp, we picked 'em last like he the Fritos

We don't think, hop out on feet and holla let's go

Race to see who get the body, uh ready set go

Demons get the best of me sometimes I swear I'm haunted nigga

Anyday anytime, l walk around with hundreds nigga

From the block I'm posted chilling, yeah I'm with the hunters nigga

Get to disrespect me and I'm dumping on my mama nigga

223, shoot for me, yeah it got his noodles loose

Claiming that they dogs but they pussy, who let the poodles loose

Sliding through the city with the Mac, I'm hanging out the roof

Bragging about no roof, ok two bodies out the coupe

Man I can't wait to get my hands up on my brother killer

I'm just a rapping ass trapping ass drug dealer

Walk a take the beef from me, that's why I call 'em smoke stealer

I get mad when he do it but fuck it bruh just go get 'em

Gang n'em want to play with me, gone be a homicide

Bunch of felons on your ass and they yelling bomboclaat

If you ain't with me, best believe you on the other side

Brodie scared to do a drill, I love 'em maybe another ride

All them bodies on his mental, yeah it got his stomach tired

Said I gotta STD, but the bitch lied

How you leader of your pack and all your brothers died

Had to bury my niggas, hurt my heart left me traumatized