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You know who na bomboclat rappin' (Wagwan?)
You no know me? I am the original Dandana (What's up?)
I'm the standin' road boy, I don't wanna rap with bomboclat me
Hun? Wanna rock with me?
Freeze, Tek, Frost (yo motherfucker, yes)
I'm bipolar with high pressure
Which mean I get aggressive a lot quicker
So I raise my gun instead of my voice
And uh, dead you and me, two of your boys
You don't want me laying up for your sentinel tracks
Send the head shots when you reach the top of your steps
Coming out the strip club just got your dick rubbed
Find you in your own trunk butt naked zipped up
Or you can get it how they did Jermaine
Left that boy brains all out in his range
Just for two quits of cocaine
The little hommie did it, I ain't sayin' no names
I drink a Red Bull, stay up like a porch light
If it's gun play, we terminate you on sight
Leave your shit messy with big hoes
Parts in your head, and I ain't talkin' for corn rolls
We in the building
Freezing what you do
I take it out the box, put your name on it
Then I load it in the piece
Fore I load it, I dip it in some ammonia and bleach
And I got more bleach than ammonia for your peeps
When it reach the loose shit, corroded when it hit it
My man got the J, you know it's loaded
When I get it, it will flip over your civic
Drop the mortar out your Jeep
I'm rolling through the streets like who the fuck want beef (uhn)
Frost tapped and free, you know we win (what)
If it's brains in the streets, then you know we did it
The beards in the buildings
Scar face rules just know women and children
Frost top shot up
Ripping bitches say I remind them of Big Papa
Couple pounds lighter
Couple shades lighter
Studio session brought a couple pounds of lighter
Lose an arm and leg
Hit your stupid ass right up
We could put your story on the front page
My little boys is killers comin' of age
Got a bullet on my dresser with your name on it
Alphabets from A to Z for whoever want it (whoever want it)
Some turn 18 and go to college (go to college)
My son turn 18 and quarter body
Old habits die hard, niggas die young
You heard I'm shot with my sip, murder for fun
So I ride around town
Pound strap down by my waist, wrench my gun in your face
See, I come from the back blocks, where you learn to slap box
Slippin' slangs, black rock, gamble on a jump shot (aww)
Corners bred me and fed me
How can I let another man dead me?
If so, you better bulletproof that Yankee fitted
Cause your melon gonna split when the hammer hit it
(Bomboclat what, yeah, yeah, yeah, chills now chills, you know)
Kill a killer, be a killer
40 Cali underneath a hood of Shin-Schiller
I'm on that HGH and
King Montgomery is on the case
He got a wind shriek longer than a rap sheet
Been doing it since Teddy was with Black Shriek
Hustle, loyalty, respect
Just a few words that describe tech
Porsche 160, sour in a zippy
Blowing down the highway, screaming come get me