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B.O.M.D.S. Lyrics by ImShaunyy

2019

[Chorus]
I’m back on my dumb shit
These bitches be making assumptions
Niggas be hating for nothing
You getting me sick to my stomach
Damn, what is my options
I'ma go zero to hundred
Make a nigga wanna go and get blunted
But a part of me is knowing they want it (Knowing they want it)
You know I do it for the family (You know I do it for the bloodline)
Way I work, such a masterpiece (Way I work, masterpiece)
Couple hoes getting mad at me (Couple hoes, yeah they mad)
I don’t care for you actually (Not at all, little bitch)

[Verse 1]
I’m done with the fake shit
These bitches be testing my patience
You know I been steady debating
Should I be living in Dayton
Or I leave my city and not giving a fuck
I’m leaning towards that ‘cause y’all pissing me off
Bitches be snitching and niggas turn bitches
‘Cause bitches and niggas ain’t walking the walk
Niggas be capping like Rodgers (Woo!)
I don’t got nothing to promise (Nah)
Bitches be wet for some drama (Drama)
Only get hard for my commas (My commas)
I been out stacking my problems (My Problems)
I need a stack to come solve it (Come solve it)
Money making is the culprit
Caution, you will be getting exhausted (Woo!)
I don’t fuck around, ain’t no dicks in my circle
I shut it down like my kidneys ain’t working (Yeah!)
Cut me out, I was feeling so worthless
But fuck it now, I’m not the one that you hurting (Nah!)
Bone head bitches (Bitches)
Spoon fed niggas (Niggas)
Ain’t shit hoes (Hoes)
Fake ass killers (Facts)
Hating niggas coming straight out of Dayton
Basic bitches always want to go skating (Ugh!)
Get some inches ‘fore you making statement
I got to clip her while her nigga get faded (Yeah!)
Need to whisper when I’m talking to you
She reads the scripture when I walk in the booth
Fever blister, no need to mister, ain’t even kissed her, ‘cause I am the truth so I’m

[Chorus]
I’m back on my dumb shit
These bitches be making assumptions
Niggas be hating for nothing
You getting me sick to my stomach
Damn, what is my options
I'ma go zero to hundred
Make a nigga wanna go and get blunted
But a part of me is knowing they want it (Knowing they want it)
You know I do it for the family (You know I do it for the bloodline)
Way I work, such a masterpiece (Way I work, masterpiece)
Couple hoes getting mad at me (Couple hoes, yeah they mad)
I don’t care for you actually (Not at all, little bitch)

[Verse 2]
I been put in situations
The rumors I been facing
Too many accusations
I feel like getting wasted
But I never do it, niggas always be lying
I tilt my head ‘cause bitches always believe it
Then they ask me, nigga why ain’t you trying
I respond to her by not even speaking
Bitches get you tight (Get tight)
Niggas turning lame (Turn lame)
Every hoe alike (Alike)
Just a different name (Facts)
I’m always feeling like (Like what?)
I’m ‘bout to go insane (Insane)
Isolate on a dark night (Yeah!)
Bitch, I’m Bruce Wayne (Batman)
I ride around everyday on my own (Yeah!)
I don’t want to speak to none of you niggas (Nah!)
You think I’m playing but I never get featured
If I do it, I be fooling the picture (Facts!)
Bitches speaking like I never been clear (Yuh!)
Say I want her but I just want to eat her
Nigga told me that this bitch was a geeker (Yup!)
She giving brain like I needed a teacher
Stepped in this bitch to wreck
With all disrespect
You don’t want to be a big regret
I'll twist ya neck
I'm lookin' for a bitch to test
I chop niggas up, yeah, aim and shoot the Tech
Check if you ain’t the best
You must face the facts
I ain’t trying to go tit-for-tat
I’ll bring a mac
I see what you want attached
The bump stock tough, yeah, it’ll blast you back so I’m

[Chorus]
I’m back on my dumb shit
These bitches be making assumptions
Niggas be hating for nothing
You getting me sick to my stomach
Damn, what is my options
I'ma go zero to hundred
Make a nigga wanna go and get blunted
But a part of me is knowing they want it (Knowing they want it)
You know I do it for the family (You know I do it for the bloodline)
Way I work, such a masterpiece (Way I work, masterpiece)
Couple hoes getting mad at me (Couple hoes, yeah they mad)
I don’t care for you actually (Not at all, little bitch)
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