Bomb.com - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Fatt, Yeah

[Chorus]

We got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (Drums)

And my bitch, she the Bomb.com

I ran up my money, and turn up a block bitch

I don’t like Boujee bitches, they boring

We got a whole lotta perk’s, and a whole lotta Roxy’s

Whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches

When we start flexing, the feds start watching

My life been hectic, took he’s coal, like hockey

It’s a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing

I put your bitch on a boat on the island

I don’t even remember this shit, off the Molly

I done really got rich, they now hear when I’m talking

Nun of these bitches want me, they all in

Time is money, money mean profit

Fifties and hunnids, I pop out and pop it

The day, that i see that boy car, I’mma stop it

[Verse]

I ran up my money, I used to rob niggas

Got down on my dick, and I couldn't even call niggas

I stand on my money, now I'm tall nigga

And I know how I get, so I stay from around niggas

He a bitch, he ain't with me, I’ll slime a nigga

We load up with them sticks, and go find a nigga

And lil’ Casey, done spinned on lotta niggas

That my twin, we locked in, he gon’ drop a nigga

And I really don't hang, with no rapper niggas

Bitch this only the klan, and the family nigga

Twenty racks in my hand, feel amazing

I walked in, told my mama, “I made it”

No, I can't name a thing, they gave me

When we come, can't nobody save

I put on my cape, tryna go save her

I drop a tape and they sendin' me paper

Hang up on Kayley, I pull up on Laila

She in New York, get flew to Jamaica

I gave her my heart, she made me hate her

I pull with new rod, turn a opp into hater

Put a whole in his chest, turn a opp into a bagel

I went to sleep broke, I woke up with my cake up

Bitch, you know, you can't suck on my dick with no makeup

Take that shit off, let me see how your face look

I be clutching my Glock, when I lay in my bed

I'm stoppin' my opps, this bitch ain't in my head

All that talkin' just makin' me mad

All these bitches, keep doing me back

The last thing that he seen, was the flash, you hear that, Flrddd, now he put on his ass

We gon' follow that car, ‘till we don't see no cameras

When bro, dump this clip, I'ma stub on the gas