Bombiii Osama - Fx in Atlanta Lyrics

D-D-Damn Astro, that's you
Bmunney, lil' bitch, gon' get you a bag for you
Get left in that grass, or go build you a future for you
Get left in the past, on B, this how I'm comin'

Aye, stunnin' like my mama, I got choppers for the drama, nigga
Me and all my niggas, we be coolin' off the ganja
Wi-Fi, munney, LLC, she hit them knees, oh, Whoriana
I'ma run it to the top, my reason why is cause my mama

Tradin' for a living, but I shoot like I'm Osama
Bitch, I'm ridin' presidential, I'm right up there with Obama
I set standards for myself, let bitches know I'm bout my dollar
I got niggas in the system, doin' time, I gotta holla

My right foot up in the street, I got it out, let's get some guala
Catch me tradin' from the mountains, me and cuzz in Guatemala
Goin' straight to buy a cat, we chasin' down all the Impalas
Fresh to death, his bitch all on me, huggin' up like a koala

Niggas bitches and they pussy, females got them by a collar
I be chasin' dividends and multiplyin' all my commas
Member teachers told me Bombi get a job, son that ain't nada
I be rappin' hella cold and blowin' up like a granada

Catch a flight out to the land and f*ck a bitch out in Chihuahua
I get rich, hit up my teacher, probably f*ck on Ms. Estrada
I get rich and buy the store, I probably f*ck around buy Walmart
I get rich, hit up my teacher, probably f*ck on Ms. Estrada

Now we back up on our shit, these niggas don't be doin' nada
Thirsty bitch, she hit them knees and eat my meat like a piranha
Bitches love me cause I'm Bombi and they know I got the salsa
She think if she suckin' good, she flyin' out to the Bahamas

On a island, sluttin' bitches, makin' money, smokin' planta
Private jet, I'm on the way, ain't pourin' shit up in this fanta
Now I'm back up in the crib and smokin' woods up in Atlanta