Lyrics Droppin' Bombs Freestyle - Gee Baby

He started it up
We in here arguing man
Look I got Savo2x to the left
AET my gang, Gee Baby still the name
I ain't changing shit
Look
I'm dropping bombs Iwo Jima, I'm a soulja not no boy
Diamonds shining round my neck the baby think my shit a toy
If you knew what I'm about you'd never overstep the boy
Forty like alarm clocks it like to make a lot of noise
Ain't no running I'ma spark like a match man
Your music Kobe paperball in a trash can
Collect my check and eat em all like I'm PacMan
The pussy leaking through her draws need no cat scan
So if it's up no I can't quote, ain't no cliches
I see the bullshit through my buffs but they clear frames
I'm only pressed about the green I don't need fame
I roll a wood it keep me calm, yeah I need Jane
Let's sweep a street, broom action befo niggas pose a threat
I got niggas who ain't starting but they scoring off the bench
Summertime but I'm so cold its feeling like winter again
Pussy wet but I ain't never had no problem getting drenched
I'm dropping bombs, causing harm wit my arms bear em all
In the club I see dimes, super fine droppin jaws
AET I'm wit my guys we gone ball til we fall
Copped some brand new McQueens she forgot all my flaws
Stepping in Alexander McQueens yeah lil bitch I be the Don
That my sniper over there ain't see em creepin back there huh
She don't wear no underwear, let's get straight to business huh
All y'all get is Mickey Dee's, Savo got yo Benihanas
Mr. Get Back
Mula known to kick yo door
Tre tell ya get back
Like Luda cold wit that big fro
No sense in fake daps
Just keep yo hugs right at the door
You niggas been cap
Way before Lids became a store
No pyramids but I'm scheming I just need that paper dawg
Why yall hugging on the people who ain't got no faith in y'all
Ain't the tallest motherfucker so my money stack it tall
Athlete before the hustle you could pass me any ball
Struggling to keep it going, you content wit every fall
DND, just dominos, making bread wit every call
David Ruffin to you niggas, Otis they ain't come for y'all
Got some rounds for you niggas if you think we bout to brawl
I'm dropping

I was gone stop right there but I still ain't done with that
Yeah
Ain't gone leave the beat for y'all to hear so let me bring it back
All my songs drop like bombs, another Japanese attack
Spend my money any day cause I know I'ma get it back
I-I ain talking bout no ribs when I say I want a rack
GPS be fucking up can't tell where Gee at on the map
Riding wit them grams on me got em in my culdesac
I'm on my FaceTime wit Mula spent a week inside the trap
That's the difference we want money all y'all want is finger taps
I'm talking likes on a post
I get hoes but don't boast
I take time in my notes
From my dome yes I wrote
Tweak wit me and be a ghost
It get bumpy on them slopes
I made 30 last year now I'm trying to make some mo
How you bummed out quick, but designer on ya coat
I'd rather buy a new crib, put some tiling on the floor
And I could buy a new whip but my mama need some mo
Dr-Drop a check like a bomb, they don't bounce bitch they blow
I'm gone