Spirit Bomb - Aj Tracey, Dave, PK

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

In 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 Pressure

'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 (trap trap)

Whip and flex (whip 'em)

Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)

Pyrex in my left (shh shh)

Chef up the bomb ting (chef chef chef)

Spirit Bomb (let's go)

You niggas on a long ting (long)

But I get it gone (trap trap)

In the trap with the press (trap trap trap)

Whip and flex (whip 'em)

Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)

Pyrex in my left (shh shh)

Chef up the bomb ting (chef it chef it)

Spirit Bomb (bomb bomb)

You niggas on a long ting (long niggas)

But I get it gone (let's go)

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

Then your works gotta go fam (lemme get that)

Yeah I’m marga but the strap works

Better get with the program (bow!)

I got 70 up on the bench

Skinny nigga feeling like Konan (ahh)

Plus I got skills in the kitchen

Whip work looking like Bojan (whip em)

Run a boy down in my 110s

Run a boy down in my nineties (duss him)

I was bad from a young boy primary

Running youts down in the 90s (94)

Move out the way don’t chill

If you see me hop out in my Nikeys (duss)

Cab door slide (whoosh)

You’ll be running off from my YGs (dip dip dip)

Meet cutes talking bout smoke

True I patterned up man’s wifey (Let me press that)

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

I could tell that she liked me (J-Bag)

See the big tools get drawn fast

Put them on the spot like a high beam (turn on)

Snap, Snap, Snap when the cannon goes splash

You ain’t posing for IG (Stop posing)

Spirit Bomb no two two

See man run with smoke it’s 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 (trap trap)

Whip and flex (whip 'em)

Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)

Pyrex in my left (shh shh)

Chef up the bomb ting (chef chef chef)

Spirit Bomb (let's go)

You niggas on a long ting (long)

But I get it gone (trap trap)

In the trap with the press (trap trap trap)

Whip and flex (whip 'em)

Brick phone in my right hand (brr brr)

Pyrex in my left (shh shh)

Chef up the bomb ting (chef it chef it)

Spirit Bomb (bomb bomb)

You niggas on a long ting (long niggas)

But I get it gone