[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Mm, mm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hahaha, [?]
Ayy, Cash, go crazy for me, bro
(Bilbo)
Huh

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie, FBG Cash & Both]
Woo, boom
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh ('Dad)
N***as gettin' black bags, huh (Black bags)
Foe'nem slidin' in black masks, huh (Black masks)
N***as gettin' that bag, huh (That bag)
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh (Baghdad)
They out there when we ride past, huh (Ride past)
Homicides ridin' past now
Woo, boom (Skrrt)
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh (Baghdad)
Foe 'nem gettin' on your ass, huh (That ass)
T-shirt for a mask, huh (That mask)
Drum clip, extended mags, huh (Extended mags)
We splackin' shit, straight like that, huh (It's Cash)
N***as ain't gon' last, huh (Ayy)
It's bombs over Baghdad, uh (Baghdad)
[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
Pull on your block with this chopper 'cause I'm gettin' sick of this Glizzy
Don't care if it's like a hundred of you n***as, I'm shootin' this bitch 'til it's empty
Me and Bud off the Rémy, smokin' bud 'til I'm dizzy, shoot a n***a and forget it
Ridin' 'round town smokin' out the pound, thirty rounds in the semi
Ah, shit, Cash, he back on that bullshit, first n***a trip gettin' laid out
Can you tell me how it sound when a hundred rounds rainin' through your house?
Don't try to run from this chopper 'cause I swear that these bullets gon' find you
I got a scope if he hidin' with a blue beam that'll blind him
I come to blow you away, I swear I ain't come here to talk
So what's the procedure when you cannot speak due to havin' that gun in your mouth?
I come to knock out your power, I come to cut off your lights
Ain't no procedure when I come through squeezin' this heater, I'm takin' your life, ayy

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Woo, boom
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh ('Dad)
N***as gettin' black bags, huh (Black bags)
Foe'nem slidin' in black masks, huh (Black masks)
N***as gettin' that bag, huh (That bag)
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh (Baghdad)
They out there when we ride past, huh (Ride past)
Homicides ridin' past now
Woo, boom (Skrrt)
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh ('Dad)
Foe 'nem gettin' on your ass, huh (That ass)
T-shirt for a mask, huh (That mask)
Drum clip, extended mags, huh (Extended mags)
We splackin' shit, straight like that, huh (Like that)
N***as ain't gon' last, huh (Ain't gon' last)
It's bombs over Baghdad, uh (Baghdad)
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Bitch, like every day of the week
I kept a gun on me, I had to run from police
You just be talkin' 'bout what they be talkin' 'bout, you don't know nothin' 'bout me
How you my homie and you ain't come tell me when n***as was talkin' 'bout me?
The fuck, bitch? We can do it how you wanna
You try to tweak with the tweakers and get your ass smoked like marijuana
You wasn't out here for real tryna shoot it out in broad daylight
You can get shot in your mouth, I can show you what them hollows taste like
Ridin' around with Dutchie, "30 for 30" on repeat, huh
N***as say they slidin' through the block, you lyin' 'cause you would've seen me, huh
N***as be watchin' me like I am TV, probably 'cause I am TV, uh
Wooski tried to come home wildin', had to tell lil' bro, "T-P, T-P" (Money)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Woo, boom
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh ('Dad)
N***as gettin' black bags, huh (Black bags)
Foe'nem slidin' in black masks, huh (Black masks)
N***as gettin' that bag, huh (That bag)
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh (Baghdad)
They out there when we ride past, huh (Ride past)
Homicides ridin' past now
Woo, boom (Skrrt)
It's bombs over Baghdad, huh ('Dad)
Foe 'nem gettin' on your ass, huh (That ass)
T-shirt for a mask, huh (That mask)
Drum clip, extended mags, huh (Extended mags)
We splackin' shit, straight like that, huh (Like that)
N***as ain't gon' last, huh (Ain't gon' last)
It's bombs over Baghdad, uh (Baghdad)
[Outro: FBG Dutchie]
Huh