bomb first

Singer:banks, lloyd

damn!

i wish the worst on them niggas! wish a hearst on them niggas!

fuck defendin' mine! i'm a bomb first on them niggas. send 'em somewhere in the sky

fill a church for them niggas {whoooooooo!}

put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas. mound of dirt on them niggas

niggas betta wisen up

time is up! - everybody get a shot

line 'em up!

nigga sick of playin' games with' these lames

time to duck!

catch him hoppin' out his truck! - dead stuck

{god-.} light 'em up! {damn}

i stack a little

move a little

think a little quicker

nigga play

he get the hammer

home improvement on that nigga. nail 'em down at the salon! - german luger to that nigga

cut 'em down

eddie scissor

freddy krueger on that nigga. peep the coward shake my hand

behind my back he take a stab

haters so predictable! i'll show you how to make 'em mad;

make more! - ain't no whistles in this sport - play ball

take 4! {whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}

i'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

k small snakes

rattle tattle tale

get they mouth hit

jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit. stand up nigga! got my wisdom from a ghetto vet

salute 'em from x'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet. {llyod bank$!}

put me on whatever bet! i'm built for that

i never sweat!

pleeaase! how you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet?

nigga this is heaven sent

you know what side i represent

south! can't nobody save him

tell that boy protect his neck. {come on!}

i wish the worst on them niggas! wish a hearst on them niggas!

fuck defendin' mine

i'm a bomb first on them niggas

send em' somewhere in the sky

fill a church for them niggas

put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas

mound of dirt on them niggas

niggas betta wisen up

time is up! - everybody get a shot

line 'em up!

nigga sick of playin' games with these lames

time to duck

catch him hoppin' out his truck! - dead stuck

light 'em up!

i think about the sleep

plus i been dreamin' 'bout the money

money move the world! make the darkest day feel sunny. ain't no question if i'm hungry

shit i only got a taste

bad enough i'm gettin' money

coppers know me by my face. groupies know me from they knees

50 states and overseas

fuck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese?

jewelers know me for my ice

reefer known me all my life

keep me calm enough to function

blunts of sour d all night. and the industry of motherfuckers i don't even like

punk rappers everywhere

i feel a robbery tonight!

ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free

no time to be polite

i can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type!

i wish the worst on them niggas! wish a hearst on them niggas!

fuck defendin' mine

i'm a bomb first on them niggas

send em' somewhere in the sky

fill a church for them niggas

put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas

mound of dirt on them niggas

niggas betta wisen up

time is up! - everybody get a shot

line 'em up!

nigga sick of playin' games with these lames

time to duck

catch him hoppin' out his truck! - dead stuck

light 'em up! {damn!}