Bombay

Two glocks Two chops like I'm Tupac Two shots get em thumping like a boom box New chop Had em hanging from a rooftop Broad day Wartime like it's bomb bay Long range Two shots got da score changed Laced up like my mo fuckin shoe strings Body bags in my ma fuckin trunk nigga If you ain't gettin money I don't f*ck witcha Aye Going off Ion really need a co-sign Dress up tuxedo and a bow tie Mic up aye gee yea it's go time Black coup take you back like it's 09 Strapped up hollow rounds wit them four fives Any means Niggas fiends for that lime life Make em sing make dance like it's showtime Pop a bean roll a wood now my mind right Where da lean where da weed need some more sprite F*ck a ring whatchu mean I don't ball right I'm counting eighty for the clips I put eighty on my wrist I ain't worried about a bitch I learned early about the sticks And I ain't worried about the gram I'm just worried about the fam Cause we was starving in the pit But y'all ain't give a shit