paroles de chanson Bomboclaat - Baby Wrekless

Gang n'em want to play with me, gone be a homicide
Bunch of felons on your ass and they yelling bomboclaat
If you ain't with me, best believe you on the other side
Brodie scared to do a drill, I love 'em maybe another ride
All them bodies on his mental, yeah it got his stomach tired
Said I gotta STD, but the bitch lied
How you leader of your pack and all your brothers died
Had to bury my niggas, hurt my heart to see they mama crying

Want to see his face for I kill 'em, take my mask off
And I'm shooting this 30 round clip like I'm Zach Randolph
Like a baby eat his whole plate, I get my rice gone
Insecure about her body, I fucked her with the lights on
Want to do business, ok it ain't free though
Aim this bitch so nice and tight, I'll shoot 'em through his peephole
How u wanna be my bitch, you know them cheeks old
Baby mamas wacking baby daddies, damn the streets cold
Life so crazy we dodging bullets, dodging Rico's
He the last opp, we picked 'em last like he the Fritos
We don't think, hop out on feet and holla let's go
Race to see who get the body, uh ready set go
Demons get the best of me sometimes I swear I'm haunted nigga
Anyday anytime, l walk around with hundreds nigga
From the block I'm posted chilling, yeah I'm with the hunters nigga
Get to disrespect me and I'm dumping on my mama nigga
223, shoot for me, yeah it got his noodles loose
Claiming that they dogs but they pussy, who let the poodles loose
Sliding through the city with the Mac, I'm hanging out the roof
Bragging about no roof, ok two bodies out the coupe
Man I can't wait to get my hands up on my brother killer
I'm just a rapping ass trapping ass drug dealer
Walk a take the beef from me, that's why I call 'em smoke stealer
I get mad when he do it but fuck it bruh just go get 'em

Gang n'em want to play with me, gone be a homicide
Bunch of felons on your ass and they yelling bomboclaat
If you ain't with me, best believe you on the other side
Brodie scared to do a drill, I love 'em maybe another ride
All them bodies on his mental, yeah it got his stomach tired
Said I gotta STD, but the bitch lied
How you leader of your pack and all your brothers died
Had to bury my niggas, hurt my heart left me traumatized