Freddie Gibbs - Bomb lyrics

(feat. Raekwon) (with Madlib) [Freddie Gibbs:] Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Slammin! Drugs got me wakin up in cold sweats Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck Got two and a baby off my b**h's student loan check She hit my line to get that girl I call it phone s** Robbin like my problems ain't gon' catch up to me later b**h I'm mobbing like O.G. Bobby Johnson, split your potato Every table, cookin shavin and touchin base with them basers Bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it The amazin black American Gangster, sinister corner hugger Seein this n***a shine been annoyin me like a muh'f**er This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me Forty fo' my closest homie, k** co*k-a-aroaches like Tony Got Montana money You bought 100, dipped in fluid, yo I had to smoke it Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we kno-ckin Call it devilish how I do b**h f** these n***az talkin, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings What? Uhh, yeah Ah f'sho, yeah [Freddie Gibbs:] Rollin; pockets all swollen Set the record straight that FNH is what I'm holdin A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient? A split with 4 n***az, since I'm a go getter I think these s**ers p**y, I'ma merk the whole litter Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her Man I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold n***a Got an ice maker for a heart, made n***a from the start Life is like a movie, all I did was play my f**in part (Cheffin') up the crack, the h**n, and weed a la carte I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a f**in restaurant Cause back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager We broke 'em down and started selling nickels to the neighbors Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later Kiss my momma told her if I die then it was part of nature What? [Raekwon:] (28 Days Later) we all gettin fresh Got the heart to die for somethin, flesh to flesh The Lambo got her outside, it's a stretch My b**h half Mexican/Afghan I'm blessed From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch My team on a dreadful level yo Yeah, we still gettin money right? Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight Getting fresh, just coolin, my b**h on my dick But boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip Clip in my pocket, a rocket I think of the (Dips), I need Juelz and Jims with rough licks Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin up We real, all G, 7500 of us Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin "We need more heat"