Yung Ma**ina - Bomb Threat lyrics

[Intro] b**h I'm Mayweather, flow hot as May, whether- Or not you rappers like it, b**h I am way better I'm about to start the show, pull a seat up Kardashian flow, please try and keep up [Verse] All my n***as in the street selling dope n***a Weed and coke n***a, get it by the boat n***a f**ing go getta, you already know n***a Left the garden, I ain't f**ing with you ho n***as Looking for the bud, this the Cosby Show n***a Wheel of Fortune if you trying to buy an O n***a Big doe n***a, sick flow n***a This a bomb threat, I'm about to blow n***a Knocking this ciroc off, smoking on the best of weed Riding with my top off, where the f** my Jerry beads? Shawty keep calling, keep texting, emailing me She in love with the ding dong like Melanie n***as know my pedigree, Triple H status Heartless, headbussa, and I raise Havoc Pockets straight, no lie, f** up out my face f*ggot Full grown fly, f** up out my face maggot Bad b**h magnet, I let the squad in her She turn to Mary Mary, she want the god in her I put the rod in her, go fishing That p**y start biting soon as I put the dick in Got Octomom's stomach in the trunk, that b**h kicking And I hop up in that b**h and tell the roof good riddance Grown a** man, who the f** are you kidding? Know I got you pissed, who the f** are you sh**ting? f** what you heard, Shawn's bathroom visit Put clips in your head, I'm a f**ing beautician Cooking up my new vision, looking back at Wadley waving I'm the future, ain't nobody seeing me but Raven Got married to my carpet ‘cause my flow is so engaging And they just mini mes, small Is, f**ing Asians Man I'm ‘bout to run the nation, I can't wait until the poll over b**h I am a problem and this sh** will never blow over Wake up and I roll over, new day, new face Early in the morning, in her mouth like toothpaste And I drink goose straight, paper's all I do chase Eyes low, you can blindfold me with a shoelace Boppers get the suitcase, only f** with models And we waking up to blunt roaches and Ciroc bottles Even when I was a toddler, always stayed away from s**ers I ain't like to watch Arthur, he was hanging with a buster Square motherf**ers, yeah motherf**er I'll be waiting at your house, meet me there motherf**er I'm a rare motherf**er, flawless diamond, y'all are cubics You squares acting hard, I know how to solve the Rubik's Got big racks, I ain't talking fake b**bies And I'm balling everywhere, man I even lost my pubics Wanna shoot it, we can shoot it, Kleenex bullets, I'll let it out co*ky when I got that heat, I'll run up in Eddie house- Like Steve Urkel, smoke nothing but purple Y'all n***as talk the talk, I'm a walker like Herschel Better cuff your old lady ‘cause I'm feeling like Usher I don't charge for my attention, I'ma have to reimburse her On each and every verse, I boo boo, no Yogi And ball all day, no sub, keep the hoagie Got sour in the bogey, motherf**er I'm loaded I'll buy some new boxers, f** this I can't hold it Yeah I know I'm k**ing this, n***a I wrote it Keep steel like I'm getting tattooed, I tote it Make your b**h do aerobics, young Dolemite Jr Walk into the room and legs spread like rumors Shawty say that she ain't even swallow ‘fore I knew her Now I'm Oklahoma dreaming, wish I started rapping sooner We battle, they gon' boo ya, man my flow is just the roughest Make a buster drop the mic, Tyson vs. Douglas Ya like it or ya love it, either way that's a check pops Riding with the mac in my lap, f** a desktop Told my ol' lady baby all the games best stop If we ain't working, I can still hit my ex box Looking for some trouble then this where the GPS stops Diamonds get ya hoes in the sheets, call ‘em bed rocks Boy I stay sh**ting, treat the booth like a rest stop And I'ma keep saying I'm the best ‘til the rest stop