[B.o.B] You know who it is a doubt or hesitation If money I got my masters in communication But you hold a conversation Probably me burning something good you can call that smoking aces Compliment the chef in the lab making Ain't a thing but the number on the statement NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so I can't hear what was you saying Bass go so low that the freaks in the Get a thrill off the alpine it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray baby an all athlete I run and leap and jump and like a track Yeah that to do it it that Carl Lewis I got the magic baby me George Lucas I'm so but my flow's so foolish These niggas making moves my niggas making wait
Tre] I'm like a crazy night Clean like a baby Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping with a baby My ex say I'm a cause my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake Damn right I want a double rice I'm getting bread I put my dick up in face Your look like Stewies head Girls me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got bottle poppin' niggas than the AA and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your mother I cause I like it bitch F-ck hoe You mad cause I'm balling, life is a Your son is a leprichaun so live life a little New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it
[B.o.B] on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
Don't roll with niggas, we call them vajeenas That's why your choosing dawg, pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and her you know the procedure You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with bitch She out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc My sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe shit Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and blitz But I punt it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul I'm the shit so fix the beast and the game's you And if this ain't you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that Hennessey in my vomit the night before jumpin' Lil C got that bumping so you can hear me coming And my Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anyone was wondering bitch
Mill] Oohh I'm a beast All my haters in peace I make a hundred on the Monday and go the rest of week Pray on like a Sunday See your artist a feast I got like 30 in the chalk I let you catch a piece It was me and old melly? in the Bout to scoop these bitches they say they past ready on the finish, I think I'm Andretti I push it to the limit get 'em haters heavy a minute I'm a menace Shout out to the Jacket boy Louies like a before the finish? I'm just getting started and niggas at end And errbody say I'm hot but been hot from the beginning I be with a bitch that like Kim Kardashian She on these niggas not by purpose but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo back I that order back Aint f-ckig with that weed, like where that at Like where purps nigga Somebody order Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I going back