BOMBASTIC lyrics

[Verse 1: Triple777]
Huh, I got f*cked over (Yeah), but I'm not tripping (Nah)
I don't feel kosher (Yeah), still I'm not trippin' (Ha)
I take me boutta a week to make a track I'm nitpicking (Word)
Room a mess again, can't focus, but the beat kicking (Word)
Completely missing (Yeah), every bar I'm spittin' (Yeah)
Every bar I've written (Yeah), completely f*cking slipping (Yeah)
They just wanna hear distorted 808s clipping (Woah)
f*ck that, oh wait, I guess I'm f*cking trippin' (Oh)
I know you only in it for the band wagon (Oh), that's why you rapping why you capping? Why your pants sagging? (Yeah)
I'm on demon time, and I don't even speak Latin (Nah)
Woke up to sausage and waffles, I built a log cabin (Huh)
Tryna live positive, f*ck your satisfaction (Huh)
I gotta different prеrogative, I'ma make it happen (Huh)
I'm living rеal life, you living in a state of madness
Could never take time back, so take it in fashion

[Chorus: Triple777]
You would never see me lacking, never slacking
f*ck you, I never put my eggs in one basket (f*ck)
We gon' get it cracking, I crack 'em, quit asking
Bombastic, how I hit 'em with a classic
Rap game maverick, how I hate all the acting, scholastic
How these rappers taking my classes? They ain't passing
Fantastic, fumbling to the bag, b*tch
I'm taking that sh*t, and I'll leave your ass gasping

[Verse 2: Soul Noodles]
I need the full effect, I came to pull your rep
96 Air Max, and I'm quick steppin'
Tool in my briefs, that I call a sick weapon
I was born in 02, stunner man, stunner big steppers
I was-I was, living off the clock with a night shift
Graveyard paycheck, hit me like night stick
Sleepless nights every mornin', I don’t like this
Vertically treadin' horizons, avoidin' stiflers
You, yo, it’s not a problem
A body caught up in sheets, and I had to wash 'em
86 Steve Jobs, I was Macintoshin'
Keep it in my garage, I’m like Undercover, ah sh*t
Ah sh*t, just like it go down
I keep Supreme with the Ross like I'm in Motown
Now you could pray to the sky, I call that Godsend (Godsend)
Gassy 87, the premium had me coughing
[Chorus: Triple777]
You would never see me lacking, never slacking
f*ck you, I never put my eggs in one basket (f*ck)
We gon' get it cracking, I crack 'em, quit asking
Bombastic, how I hit 'em with a classic
Rap game maverick, how I hate all the acting, scholastic
How these rappers taking my classes? They ain't passing
Fantastic, fumbling to the bag, b*tch
I'm taking that sh*t, and I'll leave your ass gasping