Bomb Lyrics

I stand on the world like I'm Tokyo Jets

I line up my rooks cause I hang with some vets

Y'all holding the cap in y'all hands like the mets

She play with my Woody while fucking with Rex

I wax on and off like I'm Mr. Miyagi

She give me good brain like Jessie and Ravi

We from two different worlds not talking about Bill Cosby she know I'm the bomb like Abu Dhabi

I'm back like a camel, you pass if you scramble, your life is in shambles, I'm walking this Sample

My bars like a candle, I'm whiching through channels, I drip in a flannel while cooking Like Campbells

Dior sandals, I drip in apparel, I'm single like Carol, get rolled like a barrel

Shawty get handled, that pussy dismantle, her walls like a panel, she just an example

Hitting her shit and I run like I'm Geico

Pockets so fat looking like I need lipo

I been the shit like I was born from a silo

Hate how I'm blowing up something like pyro

Shish, drip breaking the levy's

East pimp, I'm in a chevy

Lean, dip, you is not ready

I'm getting that green its something like veggies

I stand on the world like I'm Tokyo Jets

I line up my rooks cause I hang with some vets

Y'all holding the cap in y'all hands like the mets

She play with my Woody while fucking with Rex

I wax on and off like I'm Mr. Miyagi

She give me good brain like Jessie and Ravi

We from two different worlds not talking about Bill Cosby she know I'm the bomb like Abu Dhabi

I stand on the world like I'm Tokyo Jets

I line up my rooks cause I hang with some vets

Y'all holding the cap in y'all hands like the mets

She play with my Woody while fucking with Rex

I wax on and off like I'm Mr. Miayagi

She give me good brain like Jessie and Ravi

We from two different worlds not talking about Bill Cosby she know I'm the bomb like Abu Dhabi

They all must be deaf cause they hate that I'm here

Gun gotta dick it shake right like queer

Always been fly finna hop on the leer

We got appliances something like Sears

I'm never gone fear, I drip like a tear, her mouth is the cure, it's sloppy like beer

I drip off the pier, the hate is real clear, I'm all in her rear, Srt what I stir

They say anything possible ripping these beats now i feel like I'm shocking em

Imma big lion you the bitch off the chronicles

Mixing designers the draws are still Nautica

This shit wasn't easy still jumping through obstacles

She popping that pussy it's smelling real tropical

My money real long something like astronomical

This rap is illusions the fake is real optimal

I stand on the world like I'm Tokyo Jets

I line up my rooks cause I hang with some vets

Y'all holding the cap in y'all hands like the mets

She play with my Woody while fucking with Rex

I wax on and off like I'm Mr. Miayagi

She give me good brain like Jessie and Ravi

We from two different worlds not talking about Bill Cosby she know I'm the bomb like Abu Dhabi