Bomb 1st

[Hook] Bomb First niggas You gotta hurt niggas Put in work niggas God made dirt niggas It don't hurt niggas Drama ain't certain niggas But death is So you gotta go and get 'em! (x2) [Verse 1] Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz With you from the peddle to the floor From the shevel to the fo' fo' The devil only showed up for the show Turn this up, turn off your phone And leave the "you wanna talk peace?" at home Face corpse or face them in court If you don't face 'em you gon' pay yo safety is short I got a babe to work for the courts I'mma license plate number away from the front of your porch Or the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth It's strange y'all repent After saying my name I'm about to change it like Prince call me The ski mask, the beef with the street trash The leaves, the trees, the grass at ya pad, he's mastered Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing [Hook x2] [Verse 2] At night or in broad day, drive by or sitting in the bushes all day However you hunt (go get 'em!) The K the AR, the Pump, the Hand Gun, get it however you want Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front...go The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints So he gets his shoes a size or so bigger I learned niggas will turn on you young Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa Stop lights are not at night it's where you get chopped up If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might Surroad through and fast forward his life Blow noodles on his dash board nigga no excuses I seen plenty survive, weighing 185 In a land where the skinny niggas die You gotta [Hook x2]