Lyrics Spirit Bomb - Aj Tracey, Dave, PK

Spirit Bomb

Ladies and gentlemen
It’s time to test the spirit bomb
My kicks Louis Vuit
Bet you thought I was gonna say Kang
Jumped on the mic, flow’s too deep
Bet you thought I was gonna say nang
Try set pace like I never could beat
Bet you thought I was gonna say ran
Man got stomped and dashed the next man
Man got burst and left with that tan
Man can’t ever try chat to a G
AJT from MTP
Light skin yout from T&T
Raised in the south just like FT
Raised in the south like Grizzy One Fiddy
So I don’t ever stray far from a nizzy
If I ain’t in a trap house with a Pyrex
Then I’m at a girls yard sucking on titties
Drop bombs in a pagan’s bunker
In beef I was raised with the hunger
Old man tryna talk shit about straps
You can be the first one bunned by a younger
Take breath and soul with that pumper
Give man a donut hole in that jumper
Hide food and teeth at that girl’s crib
Blue foot baby mum with that bumper
Her own yard so it’s bless up
Two two yard food then I undress her
Got bare white Air Ones in their boxes
'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Pressure
'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Deadly
Drop bare heat in mugs like Tetley
Man get beef and call me bare pepper
Call that dish South African medley
In the trap with the press (trap trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)
Pyrex in my left (shh shh)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef chef chef)
Spirit Bomb (let's go)
You niggas on a long ting (long)
But I get it gone (trap trap)
In the trap with the press (trap trap trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)
Pyrex in my left (shh shh)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef it chef it)
Spirit Bomb (bomb bomb)
You niggas on a long ting (long niggas)
But I get it gone (let's go)
If you got work and you ain’t in a gang
Then your works gotta go fam (lemme get that)
Yeah I’m marga but the strap works
Better get with the program (bow!)
I got 70 up on the bench
Skinny nigga feeling like Konan (ahh)
Plus I got skills in the kitchen
Whip work looking like Bojan (whip em)
Run a boy down in my 110s
Run a boy down in my nineties (duss him)
I was bad from a young boy primary
Running youts down in the 90s (94)
Move out the way don’t chill
If you see me hop out in my Nikeys (duss)
Cab door slide (whoosh)
You’ll be running off from my YGs (dip dip dip)
Meet cutes talking bout smoke
True I patterned up man’s wifey (Let me press that)
Couldn’t give a fuck, she was scratching me up
I could tell that she liked me (J-Bag)
See the big tools get drawn fast
Put them on the spot like a high beam (turn on)
Snap, Snap, Snap when the cannon goes splash
You ain’t posing for IG (Stop posing)
Spirit Bomb no two two
See man run with smoke it’s like choo choo
Thought it was that until you got moved to
Yeah I’m the boss and yeah I’m the Mewtwo
Bare man screaming «Look it’s that pagan»
Hand in the pouch is screaming out «who who?»
Man ain’t gonna take it old school like Blue’s Clues
Leave man’s face all purple like Fruit Shoot
In the trap with the press (trap trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)
Pyrex in my left (shh shh)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef chef chef)
Spirit Bomb (let's go)
You niggas on a long ting (long)
But I get it gone (trap trap)
In the trap with the press (trap trap trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)
Pyrex in my left (shh shh)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef it chef it)
Spirit Bomb (bomb bomb)
You niggas on a long ting (long niggas)
But I get it gone