Bomb Shelter Songtext
von Roc Marciano

Take your top off like a soft drink
Call it the law, hoe, ain′t pourin' paint (ain′t it)
Like Himalayan salt, I'm the latest talk
I'm the one the ladies call (me), pourin′ gravy over filet mignon
Chain hangin′ off me, baby, that's Avianne (water)
I′m different, this ain't what they be on
Sprayed you with the trey-eighty, dawg
When it rain, it pour, we made it storm
Tornadoes hit the Barbados shore, spin you like a ball
Might run down on you niggas like a bull, give you the horns
Don′t need a bullhorn to get my point across on the song
Talk to me soft, dawg, you like Al B. Sure! (talk to me nice)
The Porsche G-Way but I like the Audi more
Ride for my brothers, no matter what the county or the bounty costs
We don't do this for brownie points Just roll the window down and point
(There it go right there)
We wrote the codes, thugs follow
We done worked out all the bugs, now your home′s a no fly zone
Might let a rocket go, sort of gun pop out the foxhole
With some shit you gotta hold over the collarbone
Made a helicopter explode, drop on the side of the road
All you saw was fire and smoke
Let's push it, it's probably respected
What I cook in the pot and stretch, this is not for digestion
Strive for the best and I′ve been tried and tested
Through all the lies and deception
I copped a Patek ′cause time is precious
I copped a Patek 'cause time is precious


Nice and smooth like Smooth B, I′m dead nice
Like Craig Nice in red Nikes on Jones Beach (wavy)
I own my own club, bail my own drinks
Original nose, the Fink's, godly features
A crowd favorite like garlic bread, it′s hard to reach us
Mass Appeal and Massapequa, reachin' my peak
Philanthropist, get my beak wet, wavy like Keith Sweat
New furs, rainy days, the mink wet
I′m unfazed, I ain't blink yet
I'm unimpressed, a henchman, two for flinching
The crib like Benson, cook base on the bunsen burner
You just a butler, on the cusp of a house nigga
A stool pigeon, no kickback from the Kel-Tec, he through kickin′
It′s gunfire, jambalaya, stewed chicken
The ski mask way, pigeonhole, they Massengill
Fuck rap, I cop a Jamba Juice in Jacksonville
I do this shit 'cause I′m nice, I'm married to the game
A pocket full of rice when the wedding came
Medicated like Lidocaine, medicinal smoke
In Michigan, I′m well connected, judicial
I been official before this shit was beneficial
I pulled up from my bootstraps, you bootlickin'
Copped booze from the bootlegger, slip the leggings off your boot
Knockin′ boots, new crib in the boondocks
What else is new? Fly