Bomb (Feat. Scarface)

[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 *****es 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

***** 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 nigga shine been annoying me like a mutha****a

This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me

Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches 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 *****

**** these niggas 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 niggas, since I'm a go getter

I think these suckers *****, 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 nigga

Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start

Life is like a movie, all I did was play my ****in' part

Cheffing up the crack, the ******, and weed a la carte

I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a ****in' 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 bitch 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 *****on my ****

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"