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 [?] in this bitch 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 [?] zaza 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