Spirit Bomb

Ladies and gentlemen

It's time to test the spirit bomb

My kicks Louis Vuit

Bet you thought I was gonna say Kang

Jumped on the mic, flow's too deep

Bet you thought I was gonna say nang

Try set pace like I never could beat

Bet you thought I was gonna say ran

Man got stomped and dashed the next man

Man got burst and left with that tan

Man can't ever try chat to a G

AJT from MTP

Light skin yout from T&T

Raised in the south just like FT

Raised in the south like Grizzy One Fiddy

So I don't ever stray far from a nizzy

If I ain't in a trap house with a Pyrex

Then I'm at a girls yard sucking on titties

Drop bombs in a pagan's bunker

If beef I was raised with the hunger

Old man tryna talk shit about straps

You can be the first one bunned by a younger

Take breath and soul with that pumper

Give man a donut hole in that jumper

Hide food and teeth at that girl's crib

Blue foot baby mum with that bumper

Her own yard, so it's bless up

Two-two yard food then I undress her

Got bare white Air Ones in their boxes

'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Pressue

'Cause I always gotta stay fresh like Deadly

Drop bare heat in mugs like Tetley

Man get beef and call me bare pepper

Call that dish South African medley

In the trap with the press

Whip and flex

Brick phone in my right hand

Pyrex in my left

Chef up the bomb ting

Spirit Bomb

You **** on a long ting

But I get it gone

In the trap with the press

Whip and flex

Brick phone in my right hand

Pyrex in my left

Chef up the bomb ting

Spirit Bomb

You **** on a long ting

But I get it gone

If you got work and you ain't in a gang

Then your work's gotta go fam

Yeah, I'm marga but the strap works

Better get with the program

I got 70 up on the bench

Skinny **** feeling like Konan

Plus I got skills in the kitchen

Whip work looking like Bojan

Run a boy down in my 110s

Run a boy down in my 90s

I was bad from a young boy primary

Running youts down in the 90s

Move out the way, don't chill

If you see me hop out in my Nikeys

Cab door slide

You'll be running off from my YGs

Meet cutes talking 'bout smoke

True, I patterned up man's wifey

Couldn't give a fuck, she was scratching me up

I could tell that she liked me

See the big tools get drawn fast

Put them on the spot like a high beam

Snap, snap, snap when the cannon goes splash

You ain't posing for IG

Spirit Bomb, no two-two

See man run with smoke, just like choo-choo

Thought it was that until you got moved to

Yeah, I'm the boss and yeah, I'm the Mewtwo

Bare man screaming, look, it's that pagan

Hand in the pouch is screaming out, who, who

Man ain't gonna take it old school like Blue's Clues

Leave man's face all purple like Fruit Shoot

In the trap with the press

Whip and flex

Brick phone in my right hand

Pyrex in my left

Chef up the bomb ting

Spirit Bomb

You **** on a long ting

But I get it gone

In the trap with the press

Whip and flex

Brick phone in my right hand

Pyrex in my left

Chef up the bomb ting

Spirit Bomb

You **** on a long ting

But I get it gone