Bomb lyrics

[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh

[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*tches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
b*tch 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 yayo as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
Cuz seeing this n*gga shine been annoying me like a muthaf*cka
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill c*ckaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid
Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do b*tch
f*ck these n*ggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
What? Uh, yeah
For sure
[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*ggas, since I'm a go getter
I think these suckers pus*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*gga
Got an ice maker for a heart, made n*gga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my f*ckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a f*ckin' restaurant
'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales 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*tch 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*tch on my di*k
Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, my 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, 75-hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"
[Outro]