Bombs Away E

The beast. Melody. Started this shit, paved the way. Yeah. Lil' bitch, I been lit, but production's dead. What up, PD? I see all these kids tryna jock my moves. Hood hopping hoes, but they still can't do what I do. They know how to do it. It's AMG. City on fire, but I still rep Saint. You thought you lit, you ain't. Acting like a child, gon' get you spanked. No doubt, it's bombs away. You ain't popping weight. I gave you an eighth. You pussies lame. Hate dog ass is dead. You can't escape. I see stars in the Wraith. It's better days. Come catch a five at the bank. We getting paid. Eighteen shots to the face. Ain't talking Drake. Ride, ride, ride with a Drac'. We get you right away. Eighteen shots to face. I hope your mama pray. Better save some for the rainy day. Them rats can't block no plays. Fifty round clips make 'em dance like bachata. See me, I'm rich, I'm a fan of these Dollars. Bend, but I won't break. Hell nah. I ain't got no time to waste. Got no love for the fake. Please stay away. I see the hate in your eyes and you Cannot lie, you hate the way I live my Life. Yeah, yeah. I see the hate in your eyes and you Cannot lie, you hate the way I live my Life. Yeah. Lil' bitch.