Bombaclaatt ft. Cacyno Lyrics

You can catch me coolin' with this AK Niggas say he menace, but he is not Tay-K

Finna take a hoe and make a movie just like Ray-J Big ol' 50 cal gon hit him in his face

I get to feelin' hella smart, think I'm Tony Stark Niggas say that I can't compare, he must be in the dark

He put that dumb nigga straight to sleep with a blow dart I'll scam his dead granny, I don't care

He a retard, he said that he's so tough, but he won't box Hoe give me everything I need, she my toll box

I'm from the 419, I just won't stop He said that he was gon' touch me, but he been dropped

I get to speakin' hella truths like a boondocks Me and Mykel, let it blow, sound like a boombox

That nigga started runnin' in person, yes, his heart dropped I'm the type of nigga that'll make his whole life stop

Yeah, yeah, make his life end Robbin' with the Glock, put in traffic, I'm usin' that FN

Bad bitch, I'm just tryna see if she came with her friend Niggas get popped tryna fight, this ain't Mortal Kombat

White plug, always get me right, I swear I love time

Shit, I met Timothy When I shot the homie, shot the sound, was a symphony

Told shorty, if she want my time, she gotta send for me Yeah, she only 30%, that's him to me

Niggas think I really couldn't rap, get hip to me

I'm just shit talkin', I keep out of band in my sock, man, that shit walkin

I promise I don't really want the bitch, I am not a fan Skip to your block, wet it up like I'm Aquaman

Hispanic bitch, drinkin' horchata doin' a taco dance Broke and kicked her right out of the crib, I am not your man

That was corny, ain't it? Tall bitch tryna jerk my chicken, she probably was Jamaican

Niggas don't even got a hundred dollars, why the fuck he hatin'

I'm so quick to judge a bitch like I'm Tony Slayton

Fuck, I meant I'm Tony Slatter Chop in my head and I'm real excited like the Mad Hatter

How many bitches you got? Why does that matter

I can tell that bitch been fuckin' niggas cause her ass fatter

I'm so quick to wrap a nigga up, I'm a trash bagger

Makin' posts in your homie clothes, you a sad braggart

On delivered, but she on her story, she a bad laggart

Probably cause I just robbed her ass, but that's not fair

So quick to leave her where she at cause I don't care

Lift a fan up, his stomach drop like a county fair

Talked about her height, she got mad, gave a deadly stare

In a shootout the Glock jam, gave me a deadly scare

That's why I like Chops

Load a hundred round, went outside and clear nine blocks

Shorty mouth, wide as hell, she can suck nine cocks

But this is not cable

Slid on her and gave her a Moby Dick, but I am not able

All in traffic, swingin' left to right like a bad table

Niggas been expired, spoiled milk like a bad label

I ain't wanna do it to his ass, but he kept dissin

I'm the type of nigga kill your family, leave your cat missin

I'm the type of nigga run in your house, leave your cat missin

Opps talkin' bout they been slidin', that's a cap mission

Wearin' all that makeup on the gram, you be catfishin

Me bein' obsessed with you, man, you must be trippin

Wanna be with niggas on your phone, man, you must be trippin

Top of you, cause you think you perfect, you must be trippin

Always fuck me, yeah, I love you too