Gucci Mane — Bombs

[Chorus: Peewee Longway] Since a youngin, I been runnin through a fuckin bomb Place your order now, I'll drop it like a fuckin bomb Get your bricks, they'll blow like some fuckin bombs All about Benjamans, I'm thumbing through them bitches, boy Big bankroll on my presidential Rolly, boy Big Benjamans, I'm thumbing through them bitches, boy Big bankroll on my presidential Rolly, boy [Verse 1: Peewee Longway] I got racks the long way, and my jeans start hurtin me Peewee Longway, came straight out the trentches, nigga OG, get to the cash, run through them Groupie bitches, runnin through them, for real killed them Can't no fake nigga get in my biz Big faces on my hundreds, presidents 3 pieces mounted on the Coope and the Benz [?] Play with a nigga bitch Hit up the plug [?] Headshots what I call [?] Jump out the whip [?] Hundred rounds in the drum, bang that shit Designer on my feet every time I step Dropping bombs, tryna get some chips Hood rich nigga like my nigga Rich Trap house booming like some 808s Ran through some motherfuckin major ways Big faces got the Rolly overweight 1017 on the way to the bank [Chorus: Peewee Longway] Since a youngin, I been runnin through a fuckin bomb Place your order now, I'll drop it like a fuckin bomb Get your bricks, they'll blow like some fuckin bombs All about Benjamans, I'm thumbing through them bitches, boy Big bankroll on my presidential Rolly, boy Big Benjamans, I'm thumbing through them bitches, boy Big bankroll on my presidential Rolly, boy [Verse 2: Lil Duke] I ain't really with the talkin, my homies marchin Wrong side, where the small fries get hog tied No Michael Vick, but all these hoes get in dog fights Pull up in that forign, watch the trafic get the frog eyes Keep that money on my mind like it's a brain tumer When they say MPA not up next, that's a strange rumer Every state we land in, we in the latest fassion Bombs, we running past them I'll surve you in the Aston Working out and moving weight, I'm tryna get a 6 pack Time is money, I need a hundred bands just to chit chat If you ain't talkin bout moving no bomb, you you need to get back Saying you moving Coca Cola, nigga, where your wrist at? Duke! [Chorus: Peewee Longway] Since a youngin, I been runnin through a fuckin bomb Place your order now, I'll drop it like a fuckin bomb Get your bricks, they'll blow like some fuckin bombs All about Benjamans, I'm thumbing through them bitches, boy Big bankroll on my presidential Rolly, boy Big Benjamans, I'm thumbing through them bitches, boy Big bankroll on my presidential Rolly, boy