MadGibbs - Bomb lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Slammin Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck Got 2 and a baby off my b**hes student loan check She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone s** Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later b**h I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato At the table, cooking, shaving and touching 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 her Cause seeing this n***a shine been annoying me like a muthaf**a This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me Forty fo' my closest homie, k** co*karoaches 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-cking Call it devilish how I do b**h f** these n***as talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings What? [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Rolling Pockets all swollen Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding 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***as, since I'm a go getter I think these s**ers p**y, I'm a 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 Cheffing up the crack, the h**n, and the 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 them 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? [Verse 3: Raekwon] 28 days later we all getting fresh Got the heart to die for something, 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 getting money right Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight Getting fresh, just cooling, my b**h on my dick Ba 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"