Wombo Combo

(That up smash!) (Oh Zhu, poor Zhu) (Happy feet!) (Wombo combo!) Ay, ay Hit a motherfucker with a wombo combo He never coming back (huh?) oh no he never coming back (what?) You know I cannot lack, yeah that's the motto I pull up with a strap (huh?) and watch a bullet eat yo ass (oh!) I got a big AK, look like a Tahoe I load it from the back (ay) and then I'm slamming on the gas (ay) I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho I made a couple grand (skrrrt) but I ain't never been to class, ay Spit fire like Ness Willy coming up, I think he better than the rest, huh? Huh? Big balls I'm blessed Bitch I been a king its like my life a game of chess, ay, ay And I'm aiming for yo neck I never had a whip, I guess I'll pull up in a jet, huh? What? Good game, get rekt Shotty is the name but I'ma pull up with a Tec, ahh Momma said I gotta eat my broccoli Kick her in the head, it got me feeling like I'm Rock Lee, ha ha ha Five star, they never caught me Had a look-alike but I promise it was not me, ha ha ha New whip white like a Nazi If you in the road then I'ma act like I cannot see, ha ha ha Feel like can't nobody stop me Getting cocky got me feeling like, ha, ha Hit a motherfucker with a wombo combo He never coming back (huh?) oh no he never coming back (what?) You know I cannot lack, yeah that's the motto I pull up with a strap (huh?) and watch a bullet eat yo ass (oh!) I got a big AK, look like a Tahoe I load it from the back (ay) and then I'm slamming on the gas (ay) I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho I made a couple grand (ay) but I ain't never been to class, ay Slap a motherfucker with a Holy Bible I get to the bag, now the Dell is a MacBook (brrt) Promethazine in my apple cider Eat ass like a snack and I'm takin' a nap (oh, oh) Face a ten gram blunt at the David's Bridal Ball like the Jets, poppin' tags at the Gap (yeah) My gang got a whole lot of sticks, we tribal I keep a big strap, half black Johnny Cash, ay (ay, oh, brrrt) I smack her ass like a volleyball, ay I'm gettin' head by a Barbie Doll, yuh Molly got me doin' somersaults She do more lines than a muh-fucking parking lot (skrrt skrrt) I can fuck you, but I cannot love you I married the money bitch, mazel tov I'm gettin' neck while playing Bionicles I am the boy, barnacle (brrrah) Gang shit, baby you cannot be involved Robbing these niggas like Christopher (ay) Fuck a day job, I'm sellin' crack to the homeless in Beverly Hills and shit (ooh) I hit the wombo combo, that's when I mix alcohol with the pills a bit (ooh) I hit the wombo combo, (ay) that's when I super smash hoes and I film this shit Hit a motherfucker with a wombo combo He never coming back (huh?) oh no he never coming back (what?) You know I cannot lack yeah that's the motto I pull up with a strap (huh?) and watch a bullet eat yo ass (oh!) I got a big AK, look like a Tahoe I load it from the back (ay) and then I'm slamming on the gas (ay) I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho I made a couple grand but I ain't never been to class, ay Oh! Hahaha! (Oh my god!) (Wombo combo!) (Ohh!) (Get yo ass whooped!) (What the fuck was that?) (What the fuck, man?) (Wombo combo!) (Wow) (My fucking dick hurts!) (My dick hurts!) (Boback's dick is hard) (We're all a little bit hard)