Atomic Bomb (feat. KrispyLife Kidd)

313 Mafia

Damn, Glo, you killed this one

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ninety-nine cent iced tea, five hundred dollar deuce

Step in Dolce & Gabbana, these five hundred dollar shoes

I be with them big sharks, no piranhas 'round me, boo

Atomic bomb, the drop in the pop, I need pajamas, dude

Sleepy than a bitch, I got pieces and they hit

Stan like Keanu Reeves, he be creeping with the blick

Bro J. J. Watt with Glock, if he see you, he gon' blitz

Dub on me, show my ass like [?

New sauce, foreign shorts, I'm looking for a MILF

BNT talk, I'll get a little brother killed

Very seldom that I shoot and don't his shit

Soon as you're done sucking, baby, yeah, I gotta dip

These niggas hoes, it's hard to believe that they got a dick

If I had a Glock, best believe that it got a dick

If yo bitch coming over, duh, she got the dick

And she told you all she did was suck the tip

Ayy, I could show you how to make some pape, fuck a Forex trade

Turn a opp house to Zap Zone, we gon' score with lasers

Suck a dick, I'll scam yo granny, that was for my haters

Runnin' up up in LA, bitch, we score like Lakers

I eat hibachi everyday, I'm Benihana Man

I'll slam dunk on yo bitch, I'm Juwanna Mann

I know niggas not rich, you ain't Roddy, man

I can't teach you how to fly but the choppa can

Fendi and Dior, designer on my body

I'm tryna kill a hunnid opps, I be thinking like a Nazi

Japanese Fanta, extra rice in my hibachi

The type to turn into a zombie, slide with automatic Tommies

ShittyBoyz and KrispyLife link we fuckin' people mama

Please put yo 'Woods out, I smell [?

If I fuck, I'll never ever put on a condom

Man, fuck being the GOAT, I wanna be the Dalai Lama

Man, you heard Kidd, he the Dalai Lama

Big-ass 7.62, stuff the chop with rockets

Stuff a twenty ball in my Amiris, I done popped a pocket

Never once seen a price tag and said I'm not gon' cop it