Bom bom bom bom
Oh, bom bom bom boop
Hey, bom bom bom bom
Al-right, here we go
Yo, one, two check like a mark I'm here
Niggas get cozy, its gon' be a long year
I'm not by myself so don't try that from the rear
I got Dizzy runnin' with me, I'd advise you be aware
Uh, mindset racing, I got a duffle bag
Try to snatch it, turn your face into a punchin' bag
The ladies love the tats, want to lick 'em front to back
Fuck her once she sneakin' out and I don't think she comin' back
Nah, and I don't think she's coming back neither
So you should quit callin' and textin' and take a breather
She only fuck with you cause your face got in her beaver
Now she moved on, I know you seen the logo on her T-shirt
Uh, high life I'm blowin' ghosts on a lonely road
Dummy flow, Steve Harvey said I was Romeo
You chasing women, I'm chasing what God only knows
If you dont think we rock the show, then what the fuck you comin' for?
Now tell me that, huh, why you on that bullshit?
You'll get screwed like a driver, get your tool kit
I'm schooling niggas and I'm handing out the rubric
You talkin' like you got it but you haven't even proved shit
Boy you ain't never moved shit, you don't move bricks
Still livin' wit' your grand-mama and your two kids
You a broke confused kid, I'm legendary
Never secondary, I grind whenever its necessary
Man I unnecessarily talk shit to talk it
The rap like TV or a damn deposit
On some different shit and cognizant I'm fucking awkward
I'm in your bathroom shittin' on your granite faucet
Your shit is awful boy don't try to get in touch with me
Nasty flow, I two girls, one cup the beat
Smoking weed, getting high with a couple freaks
That love the D, especially, cause can't nobody can fuck with me
Shit, now that's a commonality we both share
I'm 'bout to take flight just lookin' for a low fare
A few resist the urge to look, but most stare
You ain't never ball, just your bitch got no hair
You got it baldy, I'm Barry Bond in your fuckin' noggin'
Top Ramen watch but see nothing in common
Boy stop it, I get it poppin', I been a problem
You been a weirdo, you probably hang out with Dennis Rodman
Your sittin' poolside, gettin' your hair-doo died
Your mama must regret not gettin' her fuckin' tubes tied
In a double-knot to preventing the fuckin' shame
Of having a grown man without an asset to his name
Uh, your rap career ain't no realer then a monkey turtle
I smoke too much, I'm always in a funky circle
I got the purple, you fuckers are too commercial
My lyrics deliver murder, we do this shit, no rehearsal
Man practice? What the fuck is practice? A.I
I'm insect repellent to those claimin' they stay fly
Dizzy taught me how to cook, now I bake pies
Stupid ass swag, like I got my fuckin' brain fried
I swear my dick long like a giraffe neck
Baby wanna try, and say she havin' bad sex
I wake up, swag out, and then I cash checks
This rapper money got me wantin' to enter a math test
You get your work check, cash it, and break down to ones
Then pour 'em on male strippers when you need some fun
I earn a check, deposit it into my savings fund
Re-up on tree when I'm on E and slide my mom a couple bucks
Mom's comfy, now find dudley
I think I'm the bomb, because I keep the bomb on me
Bomb dot com, slash con, Diggity Simmons, Kennedy Don
YG, with these ratchets, who be fuckin' around with my time, uh
Eh, one more time (uh), last one for the homies (uh)
*gibberish*
That means I'm gettin' busy like I got no common shit
I'm high wit Dizzy, gettin dizzy, faded off a couple hits
We on the come up quick, Funk Volume runnin' shit
Breeze got me sippin' slow and haters y'all can suck a dick
I'm Dizzy Wright and I'm faded and on some other shit
SwizZzle told me can't nobody fuck with this
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