Reaper P'Miller - Bomb (feat. Li Socket) Lyrics

Someday, God will find you
If He ever hurts you
One night, we'll remind you
How we don't shatter in different ways
Uh, you we know bout pressure
He got the bomb, you know we gon' stretch him
We send some shots, they bring out the stretcher
He think it's a game until I go catch him
Hang out the window, we slidin' on ketchup
Reaper the preacher, I'm tryin' to bless him
Catch him in Traffic send two to his chest don't
Know if he hit, we doubling back
We hit the block, takin' off in a hot car
He tryin' to run, he won't make it that far
Niggas be hoes, hand him some pom-poms
Get him a skirt, hand him some tampons
She a lil' freak, a sucker a dum-dum
Know he a runner, he know he my son, son
I'm in the trap with your bitch, she a dum-dum
Ayy, riding, round, we then switch locations
Move slow, shoot fast like the Matrix
Bad bitch from the Dova, nothin' basic
Back shot, no face, no cases
One shot, two shot, he ain't make it
Three-four nigga layin' on the pavement
Five-seven, two nines and a baby
Big player, know I move like the Navy
I got ya want and need
I got what you need and want
We get him gone for the low
Nigga be hatin', I already know
I'm f*ckin' his bitch, he watchin' my post
Trashbag gang, aye shout out my bro
We gettin' active, they makin' a post
He goin' live, I'm callin' his bluff
He know he a bitch, his lil' nigga know
Uh, you we know bout pressure
He got the bomb, you know we gon' stretch him
We send some shots, they bring out the stretcher
He think it's a game until I go catch him
Hang out the window, we slidin' on ketchup
Reaper the preacher, I'm tryin' to bless him
Catch him in Traffic send two to his chest don't
Know if he hit, we doubling back
We hit the block, takin' off in a hot car
He tryin' to run, he won't make it that far
Niggas be hoes, hand him some pom-poms
Get him a skirt, hand him some tampons
She a lil' freak, a sucker a dum-dum
Know he a runner, he know he my son, son
I'm in the trap with your bitch, she a dum-dum