B.O.M.B. Lyrics

I did it I got it I do it

Could've won a Heisman MVP rookie

Backpack boy's blue cheese cookies

Got back on my business got back on my bully

Yo bitch like a pit my bitch like a bully

I was In the field with a blick trying to man down

Four pockets full with a stick and a damn drum

Standing on the corner throwing bullets and hand signs

Hollon if you got beef then say that

It ain't nothing to catch a opp and get a face tat

Young nigga I used to steal out the race track

Fuck it up I can catch a play to replace that

This white bitch told me that she hate rap

I dished her some clean like ajax

Nigga ill slide in a old school Cadillac

Have you ever seen a young nigga in a penny wagon

Aye I got back on my business got my back on my bully

Back on my business got back on my bully

Got back on my business got back on my bully

Got back on my business got back on my bully

Got back on my business you know what I'm saying?

I did what I did yeah I did it

I can't show no feelings cause business be business

Gas got me lifted can't say a sentence

Bro down the road he got a sentence

Aim at his chest aim at his pendant

I fuck from the front she say she like my pendant

She bad to the bone and she so independent

Niggas be broke than a bitch they be tender

Ok cball gon spin shit some like a blender

Nigga got no hoes he made a tinder

Want smoke? we blow Os smoking inventors

I cant cross my bro something like Simba

I had to cross my x out something like tic tac

She tried to set the bro up its a toe on his Lil tag

I know a white nigga who can't rap like riff raff

Like that one kid in school its a blick in this book bag

Aye I got back on my business got my back on my bully

Back on my business got back on my bully

Got back on my business got back on my bully

Got back on my business got back on my bully

Got back on my business you know what I'm saying?