droppin' bombs freestyle Lyrics

He started it up

We in here arguing man

Look I got Savo2x to the left

AET my gang, Gee Baby still the name

I ain't changing shit

Look

I'm dropping bombs Iwo Jima, I'm a soulja not no boy

Diamonds shining round my neck the baby think my shit a toy

If you knew what I'm about you'd never overstep the boy

Forty like alarm clocks it like to make a lot of noise

Ain't no running I'ma spark like a match man

Your music Kobe paperball in a trash can

Collect my check and eat em all like I'm PacMan

The pussy leaking through her draws need no cat scan

So if it's up no I can't quote, ain't no cliches

I see the bullshit through my buffs but they clear frames

I'm only pressed about the green I don't need fame

I roll a wood it keep me calm, yeah I need Jane

Let's sweep a street, broom action befo niggas pose a threat

I got niggas who ain't starting but they scoring off the bench

Summertime but I'm so cold its feeling like winter again

Pussy wet but I ain't never had no problem getting drenched

I'm dropping bombs, causing harm wit my arms bear em all

In the club I see dimes, super fine droppin jaws

AET I'm wit my guys we gone ball til we fall

Copped some brand new McQueens she forgot all my flaws

Stepping in Alexander McQueens yeah lil bitch I be the Don

That my sniper over there ain't see em creepin back there huh

She don't wear no underwear, let's get straight to business huh

All y'all get is Mickey Dee's, Savo got yo Benihanas

Mr. Get Back

Mula known to kick yo door

Tre tell ya get back

Like Luda cold wit that big fro

No sense in fake daps

Just keep yo hugs right at the door

You niggas been cap

Way before Lids became a store

No pyramids but I'm scheming I just need that paper dawg

Why yall hugging on the people who ain't got no faith in y'all

Ain't the tallest motherfucker so my money stack it tall

Athlete before the hustle you could pass me any ball

Struggling to keep it going, you content wit every fall

DND, just dominos, making bread wit every call

David Ruffin to you niggas, Otis they ain't come for y'all

Got some rounds for you niggas if you think we bout to brawl

I'm dropping

I was gone stop right there but I still ain't done with that

Yeah

Ain't gone leave the beat for y'all to hear so let me bring it back

All my songs drop like bombs, another Japanese attack

Spend my money any day cause I know I'ma get it back

I-I ain talking bout no ribs when I say I want a rack

GPS be fucking up can't tell where Gee at on the map

Riding wit them grams on me got em in my culdesac

I'm on my FaceTime wit Mula spent a week inside the trap

That's the difference we want money all y'all want is finger taps

I'm talking likes on a post

I get hoes but don't boast

I take time in my notes

From my dome yes I wrote

Tweak wit me and be a ghost

It get bumpy on them slopes

I made 30 last year now I'm trying to make some mo

How you bummed out quick, but designer on ya coat

I'd rather buy a new crib, put some tiling on the floor

And I could buy a new whip but my mama need some mo

Dr-Drop a check like a bomb, they don't bounce bitch they blow

I'm gone