[B.o.B] You know who it is without a or hesitation If money talks I got my masters in But you hold a conversation Probably find me something good you can call that smoking aces the chef in the lab making greatness 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 the freaks in the backseat Get a off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray baby an all athlete I run and leap and jump and a track meet Yeah ought to do it it that Carl Lewis I got the magic baby call me Lucas I'm so but my flow's so foolish niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait
[Playboy I'm wild a crazy night like a baby wipe Y'all just a boy sleeping with a baby light My ex say I'm a dick cause my frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, drinking all the Damn right I want a fried rice I'm getting bread I put my dick up in face Your face'll look like Stewies call me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got more poppin' niggas than the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your mother I cuss cause I like it F-ck hoe You mad cause I'm balling, is a mutherfcker Your son is a leprichaun so hater live a little New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my
Don't roll with p-ssy niggas, we them vajeenas That's why your choosing dawg, pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you the procedure You mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole My sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe shit Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show But I don't it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the shit so fix the beast and the game's you And if this what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping I'm on hydroponic some of you call that chronic in my vomit cause the night before jumpin' Lil C got that beat bumping so you can me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anyone was wondering
[Meek I'm a matherf-cking beast All my haters in peace I a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week Pray on like a Sunday See artist that's a feast I got 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece It was me and old melly? in the Bout to scoop bitches cause they say they past ready Swagger on the finish, I I'm Andretti I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed Wait a I'm a menace Shout out to the Jacket boy like a flag before the finish? I'm getting started and niggas at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot the beginning I be with a bitch that looks like Kim She aint on niggas not by purpose but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I bring that order Aint f-ckig with weed, like where that water at Like where them nigga order that Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I aint going