B.O.M.B Video (MV)

Im back on my bullshit hey hey hey im back on my bullshit
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Im back on my bullshit i speak the truth feel like a pulpit
I got like 2 pits im with my dogs im goin stupid
I aint fallin in love i just shot cupid gun had to use it
Pussy abuse it this that trill life music
These bitches confusing i hit the scene all of um choosing
Call me master p cuz it aint no limit to what i be doing
Im just tryna see a mill thats what im pursuing
All my niggas winning aint none of um losing
When i hit the stage they cheer and they moving
When u hit the stage they still and they booin
With my white boy man i call um stuey im in the A man i rock like im stuey
Radio play shot outs to chewy ham squad gone head join the movement
All progression man you see improvement feel like 8 mile man im bouts to lose it
Someone please find me im lost in my music feel like nike nigga i just do it
Touch any my niggas im bustin and shootin blowing that gas man my niggas pollutin
Always been a soldier my niggas salute me im with my dog i aint talking bout snoopy
Remember them days use to ride in a hoopty now a nigga pull up in a coupie
Ball like the nba nigga im hoopin ball like the nba nigga im hoopin
Im with my dog i aint talking bout snoopy remember them days use to ride in a hoopty
Now a nigga pull up in a coupie i ball like the nba nigga im hoopin

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Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy

Im back on my bullshit yall betta get ready cant f*ck with no petty bitch
Im getting that lettuce in i roll with them doctors man we keep that medicine
Im ballin foreal foreal man i deserve a letterman
I aint talking bout restaurants but man but man i get the cheddars man
Im hot like a sweater man i aint talking bout weddings but i be the betterman
My diamonds so cold that they predicted snow i aint talk to no weatherman
My pistol on me im like woah i got them bitches with me they on go
I need some backwoods mite roll hit the store grab me some condoms
And grab me some smokes
Man im a og u already know i got lil niggas that call me big bro
She aint making no money dont call her a hoe i hit that pussy its murder he wrote
I sell that weed i dont f*ck with that dope I sell that weed and my momma she knows
I gotta pay bills one letter past real who u just call me trill

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Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
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Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy
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Back on my bullshit im back on my bullshit
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Back on my bullshit back on my bullshit heyyy