B.O.M.S.

Fully equipped
Come with the drip
Summer 19
Hot as it gets
40 with stick
How could I miss
Tell em I'm back
Back on my shit
Tell em I'm back
Back on my shit
Tell em I'm back
Back on my shit
40 with stick
How could I miss
Just know I'm back
Back on my shit

Ain't gotta flex just to get me a check
I could run up a mill on my own
Projected the profit the merch get to poppin
I'm copping my poppa a home
You hear the cadence this shit amazing
I'm spazzing on every song
Straight to the top
If you up there when I get there you betta be gone
Fucking the world I bought her a thong when I get there it better be on
Soon as I land I'm hugging a fan
I'm really the guy in my songs
These niggas cappin I know it's just rappin
But why do y'all lie so much
Being yourself beats anything else
So why do y'all lie so much

They be like
Pull up with the stick
It got 30 in clip
300 guns
Riding dirty in the whip
50 chains on
I ain't neva been stripped
You know all that slave shit
Like we ain't neva been whipped
Neva been hung
Never been sold
No password
They ain't never had code
What's a real friend
They ain't never had those
Never had love
And the shit really shows

Hate don't heal
But talking do
Running don't help
But walking do
Pain and confusion could cause an illusion
That you can't influence the path that you choosing
Making yo money but killing yo people
It look like you winning but really you losing
True evolution and group contribution
Could spark revolution I got a solution
Love

Come with the drip
Summer 19
Hot as it gets
Heart with a stick
It's love in this bitch
Of course I'm back
Why
I'm in love with this shit
So tell em I'm back
Back on my shit
Tell em I'm back
Back on my shit
Tell em I'm back
Back on my shit
Tell em I'm back
Back on my shit



Credits
Writer(s): Larussell Thomas
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