Bomb 1st lyrics

by

Trick Trick


[Hook]
Bomb first n*gga
You gotta hurt n*ggas
Put in work n*gga
God made dirt n*ggas
It don't hurt n*gga
Drama ain't certain
But death is so you gotta go and get 'em
And bomb first n*gga
You gotta hurt n*ggas
Put in work n*gga
God made dirt n*ggas
It don't hurt n*gga
Drama ain't certain n*ggas
But death is so somebody gon' get it

[Verse 1]
n*gga get in ya car, if he p*ssin' you off
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin', cuz
Been with you from the pedal to the floor
From the shovel to the fo' fo'
The devil only showed up for show
Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the "You wanna talk peace?" at home
Faces corpse or face 'em in court
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay, yo safety is short
I got a babe to work for the courts
I'mma license plate number away from the front of your porch
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth
It's strange y'all repent after saying my name I'm 'bout to change it like Prince call me: *gunshot*
The ski mask, the beef with the street trash
The leaves, the trees, the grass at ya pad, he's mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing
[Hook]
Bomb first n*gga
You gotta hurt n*ggas
Put in work n*gga
God made dirt n*ggas
It don't hurt n*gga
Drama ain't certain
But death is so you gotta go and get 'em
And bomb first n*gga
You gotta hurt n*ggas
Put in work n*gga
God made dirt n*ggas
It don't hurt n*gga
Drama ain't certain n*ggas
But death is so somebody gon' get it

[Verse 2]
At night or in broad day
Drive by or sitting in the bushes all day
However you hunt (go get 'em!)
The K, the AR, the pump, the handgun
Get it done however you want (go get 'em!)
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow, leaving no tire marks in the front, go!
The gorilla, know he gon' leave footprints
So he get his shoes a size or so bigger
I learned n*ggas'll turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hits sh*t, hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night
It's where you get chopped up if you stop, n*gga
Maybe the cops might
So roll through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on his dash board, n*gga no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing 185
In a land where skinny n*ggas die
You gotta
[Hook]
Bomb first n*gga
You gotta hurt n*ggas
Put in work n*gga
God made dirt n*ggas
It don't hurt n*gga
Drama ain't certain
But death is so you gotta go and get 'em
And bomb first n*gga
You gotta hurt n*ggas
Put in work n*gga
God made dirt n*ggas
It don't hurt n*gga
Drama ain't certain n*ggas
But death is so somebody gon' get it
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