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Bombs
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bombs was released on February 14, 2026 by 33 Sage Productions as a part of the album Bombs - Single
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2026
Label33 Sage Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manuel E Ramos Brinas
Manuel E Ramos Brinas
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Xavier claros
Eric Xavier claros
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marten Cardona
Marten Cardona
Engineer
Zona Zero Studio
Zona Zero Studio
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah man, you already know how the fuck we rocking (trienta-y-tres)
RSG shit
Rich slime
Putting fellas in bags (Jefesito)
You know how the fuck we rocking
Yeah
Bodybag gang
I put that ice in my slugs (ice)
I'm on gangway and I'm sipping on mud (yeah)
Glock 43 in the club (yeah)
I got that shooter with me, got that slug (prrrt)
All of my killers bang blood
Got his ass shot right in front of the club (uh)
I used to work for a plug (uh)
Took his ass off, cause' he wasn't showing love (yeah)
I'm from the streets, I'm a tug (yeah)
Run in that house, and you know I'm using gloves
Shot his ass now he got holes in his lungs
House like a pawn, the way we got guns
Say what I want, I'm not biting my tongue
I shot his ass up, now his partner gon' run
X his ass out for them funds (aha)
Got his ass found in the back of the slums
I had the pounds and I turned it to crumbs (I did)
You know that I'm strapped, I'm shooting no one's
AR-15 with that drum
I'm in the pawn spending racks on them guns (yeah)
I'm from ClayCo, man you know whеre I'm from
Got some young shooters, man all of thеm young
On the block trapping til' I see the sun
Brodie got robbed right in front of his son
I had the fire on me since I was young
Got that new plug and he sending them tons
Spanish plug and he treat me like his son (yeah)
All of them choppers got hundred round drums
All of my pistols got fifty round drums (Boom)
My shooters go skitz, man they shoot shit for fun
How the fuck you out but you ain't got bond?
Three or four traps, and my shit got alarms
Bitch set your ass up while you acting spawn
Stick in the bag and it's Louis Vuitton (Vuitton)
Feel like I'm Sosa, I'll get your ass gone (yeah)
So many traps man, and I move like a Don (yeah)
All of my young ninjas strapped, yeah they armed (yeah)
On the top floor and I'm smoking on strong (yeah)
My shooters gon' ride if I'm wrong
Double down sticks on me and I'm on bond
I cut my grass, I had snakes in my lawn
I run in your trap, man you better be gone
Three or four straps on me like I'm James Bond (ah)
Got a new stick and it's shooting so strong
Your bitch a fan, man, she know all my songs
I got the racks on me, look like I'm on
Tats on my face and my arm
Double down, man you know I can't be wrong (I can't be wrong)
Try to play tough, you get shot in front your mom
Back to back 'woods I don't smoke out no bong
Got a white bitch and she blonde, ay
I got the bomb on me like I'm Sadam
I drop the bag, Imma get your ass gone
Try to steal from me, I cut off your arm
Foreign bitch with me, and she rocking McQueen
Got the bitch trapping, now she want a scene
Know that I'm on the block, I'm serving the fiends
I'm getting money and selling them dreams (yes)
Compact nina and that shit in my jeans
All of my ninjas, they totin' machines
I'm in Brooklyn and I'm sipping on lean
Make your ass disappear like I'm Houdini
I'm a Jefe, yeah that shit in my genes
I feel like Jordan with that .23
Feel like Bompton when we banging them B's
All of these damn bricks, now I'm filling the streets
All of my killers, yeah they playing for keeps
Got a P90 and that shit in reach
Plug from Cali' and he live by the beach
Jefesito man, I'm trapping like Meech
Dumb ass fella, he got ate like a feast
I got some young shooters, they RSG
They got shot up and left in the street
59-41, know what I bleed
Off them pills, now I can't sleep
I cut the tie and I kept that shit brief
All of my ninjas gon' shoot for the team
My ninjas gon' go if you talk about beef
All through the week they gon' creep
Shot 'em close range, now it's blood on my sneaks
Bodybag gang, we put fellas 9 feet
Got hundred round drums if you tryna' come deep
Got your bitch and she a freak (haha ha)
They want beef but these fellas too weak
Shot his as up, he got hit with the heat
.762's knocked him off his feet
Diamonds on me and they drip like a sink
Three to four shooters hopping out the Jeep
Powered up, yeah I'm moving like a chief
Real slime shit, I shoot you for them P's
Pushing up back-to-back in Suv's
On the block serving right in front of police (police)
Written by: Eric Xavier claros
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