Lyrics B.O.M.T - Lil Toe

B.O.M.T

Don’t roll with these niggas, man
I wish one of you motherfuckers would pull up
(Do that shit, I really wish)
I wish one of y’all motherfuckers would pull a fuckin' gun on me, bitch
(Do that shit)
I wish y’all niggas would
Do that shit nigga (What?)
What?
Shoot at yo' crew
Nigga, I dump it then dip (What?)
You don’t want smoke
All of my niggas on shit (Fuck)
Nigga out here
Pull out a gun, get you split (Yeah)
I’m not content
'Til I see blood on my Timb’s (Pussy)
Shoot at yo' crew
Nigga, I dump it then dip (What?)
You don’t want smoke
All of my niggas on shit (Fuck)
Nigga out here
Pull out a gun, get you split (Yeah)
I’m not content
'Til I see blood on my Timb’s (Pussy)
Ya, ya, okay
Ya, aye, aye, aye
All my niggas cutthroat up until the end (Yeah)
I got pistols out the ass, I don’t even bang (I don’t)
Motherfucker, I’m a legend
Bitch, I’m Kurt Cobain (I am)
Heard you pussies talkin' down on my fuckin' name (What?)
When I pull up then they silent bitch why you was speakin'?
(Huh?)
And then praise me in my face but talk shit when I’m leavin' (What?)
And I heard these niggas scared because I am a heathen (I am)
Vagabonds in the cut, they take you for no reason
(Yeah, yeah, what?)
Now tell me who the fuck you think you tryin'?
(You tryin')
(What?)
The day you pull up, the day you dyin' (The day you dyin')
Fuck nigga, why the fuck you think I’m lyin'?
(Why the fuck?)
I’ll erase you off the Earth, it cost a dime (Fuck nigga)
Now tell me who the fuck you think you tryin'?
(You tryin')
(What, what)
The day you pull up, the day you dyin' (The day you dyin')
Fuck nigga, why the fuck you think I’m lyin'?
(Why the fuck?)
I’ll erase you off the Earth, it cost a dime (Fuck nigga)
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck nigga (What?)
Shoot at yo' crew
Nigga, I dump it then dip (What?)
You don’t want smoke
All of my niggas on shit (Fuck)
Nigga out here
Pull out a gun, get you split (Yeah)
I’m not content
'Til I see blood on my Timb’s (Pussy)
Shoot at yo' crew
Nigga, I dump it then dip (What?)
You don’t want smoke
All of my niggas on shit (Fuck)
Nigga out here
Pull out a gun, get you split (Yeah)
I’m not content
'Til I see blood on my Timb’s (Pussy)