Mars Milly - Bombs Away Lyrics

Don't you know I grew up on a dead block
I was right around the corner from a dead shot
Head shot for these acting ass niggas
Catch em in the hood so deep
G peep, they embedded in the bedrock
Guessing all the pain make ya head rock
Till your head drop
And you hit Rock bottom
And you cant stop
Thinking you'd be Better off dead man stop
Man Stop
Real niggas don't die, that's a deadlock
Man Go and get yea head right
Cus, Milly get head like every night
Damn right
See a nigga balled, get to acting like its head lice
Just another young buck, trapped inside the headlights
Running through my turf, you gone need a bigger pair of cleats
I'ma DG and my pedigree is Heracles
I was deep sleep, sitting lost in a memory
Then I woke up still riding on my enemies
What, you niggas don't remember me
With a feel this real
You should know me by my energy
Top tenning then you should've mentioned me
Then again, I'm just a king tryn make it through the misery
You know, I am the wave that drowned the beach
But I still feel shade, surrounding me
Man my nigga why hate, Be proud of me
Cause I did it when the whole world Doubted me

I heard em say, MMOA, Aye
Damn boy do ya thing
Ok, Ok, Bomaye, Aye
You know how I bang
Away OA,bombs away, Aye
Blow them boys away
OK,Ok, Bomaye, Aye
Damn I do my, Damn I do my Thing

Young Milly, finna run whole city
If you don't f*ck wit em
Pussy nigga tough titties
Said i been with shits cause im sick of living shitty
Had a warrant for arrest only cost 150
Still im dipping through the city wit a bomb in my lap
And a pretty young blond in the back
Strapped. If a nigga move funny She gon show em where its at
Shell gon Nagasaki a sucka nigga blow
Em off the map. Real rap
Got em all mad cause a nigga all madden of the snap
Might pull up Porsche 911 matte black
Just to let you niggas know that its wrap facts
Out here tryn to turn up like some chapstick
Only spit crack shit
But my only Kryptonite a bad bitch
Finna put the pussy in a casket
You can Hear her screaming in back that's an ad-lib
Savage came up in the gutter where the thrash is
Finger on the button
Move sudden I'ma mash it
Only dream I ever had was to make it mad rich
Came up out the clay but i never knew what cashis
Soft nigga still looking flaccid
See em the street and they still looking backwards
Young nigga fresh from the hat trick
And even if you don't know where Im coming from
Atleast you know I'm back back bitch

I heard em say, MMOA, Aye
Damn boy do ya thing
Ok, Ok, Bomaye, Aye
You know how I bang
Away OA,bombs away, Aye
Blow them boys away
OK,Ok, Bomaye, Aye
Damn I do my, Damn I do my Thing