James Bomb (feat. Wiz)

Ay uh ay yah Pistol holdin' holster Glock'll pop pop If your hearts still beating, beat pop If your lips still breathing, beat get Locked up Ayyyyyyy top dis Citroen Sudi whip Admiral on my dick Monk shit, celibate Glock'll pop Sailing in my yacht Cause I served in Iraq Yeah Veteran checks From my time in Bagdhad Yeah I got the bag Cold Smoking shisha with the BEAT MEAT bois Punching feet cones, blowing O's As my mind explodes Oh Hold on to your bitches As the flows get thicker than than Pussy get converted when it hear the quickening And then Heyyo Ad Wiz, Rogue, Monk, and Mystic flows, man This that Yahweh manifesto Climbing up the mast but we don't know no master Smoking on the green like we the bois in rasta Never ever lost but we ain't no castaways And we sail for the rest of our days Crazy, cause we tripping in the waves like dolphins Animatic, lazy, cold shit Everyday we raidin' Shitty beats from BEAT MEAT Chillin' in the street, cleats Killin it on Wikileaks Yeah these bois got mad beats Rogue'll beat you till you're hard With a switch I go hard on a bitch Veteran shit I hit a lick like a lollipop Ollie pop Catch it and burst your head with the trucks It's Rogue man I fucks Hard and heavy on the beat Fill your ears up with Skeet-er Davis It's the end of the world since you left me I'm a man of the girls Mad saliva on my testes Sickening Y'all heard The Quickening It's Mickeys fling That's a new thing Jokes on him I'm driving Minnie around in a min Hit the burb I swerve Jonah Hill always taking the nerve I said shut the f*ck up Sucked in by the limelight Yet he seems so icy I gotta get the time right Tryna ask y'all nicely Just a minute listening Any circumstance, BEAT MEAT got you trippin' They'll hook you up advance