I'm lost in the sauce can't get out
Need a red pill right now
Wouldn't mind someone to hold me down
But I ain't got the time for that right now
Too many thoughts that I could write down
Tryna figure out what to rap about
Don't know these people tryna hang around
Nebraska rep it run these little towns
No touch-down I do my own dance
6 Figures I need 1000 fans
Dropped out got my own plans
Tour coming told them start the van
Play it cool if shit hits the fan
Runnin a business I'm Running Man
White boy it's no Jump Man
But I'm 6'4 I still dunk man
I'm lost in the sauce can't get out
Need a red pill right now
Wouldn't mind someone to hold me down
But I ain't got the time for that right now
Too many thoughts that I could write down
Tryna figure out what to rap about
Don't know these people tryna hang around
Nebraska rep it run these little towns
Still in the basement but we gettin payments
I got every flavor and she wanna taste it
It's me I'm her favorite
Not taking her favors
Man I should just stop
Hold up
Make my mark I put it in the pavement
I'm not complacent
Stackin songs I gotta fight for placement
On a blue pill floatin through the Matrix
Bitch I'm a sick dog
I need me a ride to the vet
She know it's Mr. Bomb
And I'm boutta blow up the set
I stay on the grind
I just copped me a new deck
Told her you shouldn't f*ck with him
I heard he got a tic-tac
Bitch know I play with that pussy like Tech-Deck
I'm boutta blow up in Baghdad
Got the whole world up on my back
I hold my future in my hands
It's that B-O-M-B
Bomb
It's that B-O-M-B
Bomb
It's that bomb shit
I'm lost in the sauce can't get out
Need a red pill right now
Wouldn't mind someone to hold me down
But I ain't got the time for that right now
Too many thoughts that I could write down
Tryna figure out what to rap about
Don't know these people tryna hang around
Nebraska rep it run these little towns
No touch-down I do my own dance
6 Figures I need 1000 fans
Dropped out got my own plans
Tour coming told them start the van
Play it cool if shit hits the fan
Runnin a business I'm Running Man
White boy it's no Jump Man
But I'm 6'4 I still dunk man
(B)ring (O)ver (M)ore (B)ottles
(B)ring (O)ver (M)ore (B)itches
(B)ring (O)ver (M)ore (B)lunts
(B)ring (O)ver (M)ore (B)itches
Hold up did I say that already?
(B)e on my own shit
(O)pen to opinions
(M)ight steal your main chick
(B)eautiful she shameless
(B)elieved in myself back when I made the beats
(O)pen minded I don't do shit for free
(M)r. Bomb no I don't need a degree
(B)usiness I run this shit me and my team
(B)elieved in myself need some quiet and peace
(O)n my knees had to stop begging her please
(M)ake history give it time and you'll see
(B)lessed just to be Mr. Bomb with a B
(B)
(O)
(M)
(B)
I'm blessed to be Mr. Bomb with a B

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Mason Hetrick