BOMB Songtext
von Black Party

Y′all can have the summer
Top down in the winter with it
Might cop a crib with a pool in it
Just to have your favorite model skinny-dipping
And it really wicked
That's why your jaw wanna kick it with us

I had to switch up the lingo on her
Smoking natural green so my pen
Everybody like, "Squad, squad, squad," but are they really with you?
Arkansas to worldwide, finna show ′em how to really flip it
They know we good in every hood and we great in every state
I might flight out to Japan just to cop some Human Made, yeah

I'm back on my bull-
I'm back on my bull-
I′m back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-


I'm back on my bull-
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I'm back on my bull-

Look, I skate through your town in an old-school
And I kick and push it like Lupe
Twelves in the truck wearing Boosie
Hating on knock off your toupe
Off of the lucid, for real, man
I might hit the beach for a week
Treat the old game like it′s Vegas
They know I′m playin' for keeps

Don′t take my kindness for weakness (oh no, oh no)
I bring the word to these streets quick
Don't say, "Now you owe me"
That′s the code if you ain't know it
Samurai brought the drink through
So you know we back reloaded (pass me my phone)
No, I can′t pick up the phone
If the call ain't important, nah (let's go)


I′m back on my bull-
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-

I'm back on my bull-
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I'm back on my bull-
I′m back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-

Yeah
I'm back on my bull-
I′m back in my bag, I'm back in the pull pit
I′m still on the Odyssey
So please give me space, I'm back on my cool breeze (yup)
These b- is under me
And no, they can′t stand it, b-, is you stupid?
Could give you the syllabus, still can't keep up, b-, pick up the rubric (yup)

I'm popping my sh-, you know how that go
You know how I′m rocking, no hoe in my bones
Been ten toes since two cellphones
And I only push whips that′s wrapped two-tone
Respect my pimping
When I'm on tea, only time I′m tripping
Respect my pimping
When I speak, you know they listen

I'm back on my bull-
I′m back on my
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I'm back on my bull-

I′m back on my bull-
I′m back on my
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull-
I'm back on my, uh
I′m back on my bull- (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Come outside, yeah
Come outside, yeah, let's touch the road
Went blonde on ′em like I'm Rodman in '94
Switch sides, we ain′t never did that
Got to keep it on me like the switch
Know they heard no small talk
I ain′t got the time to chit-chat
Blowing good dope and counting racks

I'm just tryna live out a dream
Grandma wanna see me on the screen
Got to get it in by any means
Can′t nobody intervene
Built this shit brick by brick
Pulled a old school out garage
It's about to be an event

(Hahaha)