Wombo Combo

[Intro: Shotgun Willy]
Look at that up smash
Happy Feet
Wombo Combo!
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Shotgun Willy]
Hit a motherfucker with a Wombo Combo
He never comin' back (Huh?), oh no, he never comin’ back (What?)
You know I cannot lack, yeah, that's the motto
I pull 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 (Ayy) and then I'm slammin’ on the gas (Ayy)
I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho
I made a couple grand (Skrrt), but I ain't never been to class, ayy

[Verse 1: Shotgun Willy]
Spit fire like Ness
Willy coming up, I think he better than the rest, huh? Huh?
Big balls, I'm blessed
Bitch, I've been a king, it's like my life a game of chess, ayy, ayy
And I'm aiming for your neck
I never had a whip, I guess I'll pull up in a jet, huh, what?
Good game, get wrecked
Shotty is the name, but I'ma pull up with a tech, ah
Mama said I gotta eat my broccoli
Kick her in the head, it got me feeling like I’m Rock Lee, ha, ha, ha
5 star, they never caught me
Had a lookalike, but I can 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 feelin’ like, ha, ha

[Chorus: Shotgun Willy]
Hit a motherfucker with a Wombo Combo
He never comin' back (Huh?), oh no, he never comin' back (What?)
You know I cannot lack, yeah, that's the motto
I pull 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 (Ayy) and then I’m slammin' on the gas (Ayy)
I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho
I made a couple grand (Skrrt), but I ain't never been to class, ayy

[Verse 2: Lil Kapow]
Slap a motherfucker with a Holy Bible
I get to the bag, now the Dell is a MacBook (Brr!)
Promethazine in my apple cider
Eat ass like a snack and I'm takin' a nap (Ayy, ayy!)
Face a 10 gram blunt at the David's Bridal
I ball like the Jets, poppin' tags at the Gap (Yeah!)
My gang got a whole lot of sticks, we tribal
Keep a big strap, half-black Johnny Cash, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, brr, woo!)
I smack her ass like a volleyball, ayy
I'm gettin' head by a Barbie doll, yeah
Molly got me doin' somersaults
She do more lines than a muhfuckin' 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 I'm playing Bionicles
I am the boy, barnacle (Brr-ah!)
Gang shit, baby, you cannot be involved
Robbin' these niggas like Christopher (Ayy!)
Fuck a day job
I'm sellin' crack to the homeless in Beverly Hills and shit (Ha, ha, ha, ooo!)
I hit the Wombo Combo
That's when I mix alcohol with the pills, li'l bitch (Ooh!)
I hit the Wombo Combo (Ayy!)
That's when I super smash hoes and I finish it (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)

[Chorus: Shotgun Willy]
Hit a motherfucker with a Wombo Combo
He never comin' back (Huh?), oh no, he never comin' back (What?)
You know I cannot lack, yeah, that's the motto
I pull 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 (Ayy) and then I'm slammin' on the gas (Ayy)
I gotta lead the pack, look like head honcho
I made a couple grand (Skrrt), but I ain't never been to class, ayy