Текст песни B.O.M.B - Trill

Im back on my bullshit hey hey hey im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyyy

Im back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy

Im back on my bullshit i speak the truth feel like a pulpit
I got like 2 pits im with my dogs im goin stupid
I aint fallin in love i just shot cupid gun had to use it
Pussy abuse it this that trill life music
These bitches confusing i hit the scene all of um choosing
Call me master p cuz it aint no limit to what i be doing
Im just tryna see a mill thats what im pursuing
All my niggas winning aint none of um losing
When i hit the stage they cheer and they moving
When u hit the stage they still and they booin
With my white boy man i call um stuey im in the A man i rock like im stuey
Radio play shot outs to chewy ham squad gone head join the movement
All progression man you see improvement feel like 8 mile man im bouts to lose it
Someone please find me im lost in my music feel like nike nigga i just do it
Touch any my niggas im bustin and shootin blowing that gas man my niggas pollutin
Always been a soldier my niggas salute me im with my dog i aint talking bout snoopy
Remember them days use to ride in a hoopty now a nigga pull up in a coupie
Ball like the nba nigga im hoopin ball like the nba nigga im hoopin
Im with my dog i aint talking bout snoopy remember them days use to ride in a hoopty
Now a nigga pull up in a coupie i ball like the nba nigga im hoopin

Im back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy
Im back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy

Im back on my bullshit yall betta get ready cant fuck with no petty bitch
Im getting that lettuce in i roll with them doctors man we keep that medicine
Im ballin foreal foreal man i deserve a letterman
I aint talking bout restaurants but man but man i get the cheddars man
Im hot like a sweater man i aint talking bout weddings but i be the betterman
My diamonds so cold that they predicted snow i aint talk to no weatherman
My pistol on me im like woah i got them bitches with me they on go
I need some backwoods mite roll hit the store grab me some condoms
And grab me some smokes
Man im a og u already know i got lil niggas that call me big bro
She aint making no money dont call her a hoe i hit that pussy its murder he wrote
I sell that weed i dont fuck with that dope I sell that weed and my momma she knows
I gotta pay bills one letter past real who u just call me trill

Im back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy
Im back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy