Lyrics:
under the mo' Remember 4-0, J-Mack, K-P-O-O-O
More bobs than them, look The way above the rim
It's pimpin' and dancin' to Shit like Fillmoe Slim, Nigga
when it's
motherfucking time
Burning in the den now a nigga roaring like a lion
Eeny Meeny Miny Moe; Catch a nigga by his foot
Don't worry about that
ten times stronger
I ain't have no help, did this shit all by my lonely
She wanna hang with me, dawg, cause she like my persona
She like my aroma, I
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
We the motha fuckin' gang bro, we mobbin' deep
Wreakin' havoc to the game hoe, like prodigy
Rip like Ali float and stingin' like a bee
Most you
was...
They stayed here in Harlem
Uh, Look
Swear this is rap royalty
I float by in that two-seater, it's coral leaf, Team Aura loyalty
Whole crew wrist in
[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like
Whole planet gone ape
Understand from afar Nashville to the 'Lone Star State'
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong
to the throne, the new Screw music king
Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team
Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring
Two time convicted felon, use
to the throne, the new Screw music king
Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team
Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring
Two time convicted felon, use
the times up I can't wait
Ignorant nigga the black Hitler I dictate
I came to rape the game no fucking lubricant
So militant fuck where my feelings went
Blessings here blessings there blessings where
I sneeze all the time I don't care
It's rare that truth sells yet I'm out here with these words straight from
and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz
I tried to take the time
To become someone's inspiration
Turnt up to the max
But talked about education
Preach how marijuana was the
Healin'
motivated by directives
Like a game I am so reckless
Mark it off that is a checklist
Shots fired at my next hit
Why you spent this effort
All upon me
I'm just
walk drip, bitch
I do it all
Yo team would've won a couple games
If you would move the ball
He was talking crunchy, 223
I sent it through his jaw
interviews
I bob and wеave with a different movе
Then I dance when I score
Like I'm Victor Cruz
Pick and choose your opponents
I fights with the best of 'em
yo potnas it's that nigga you love 2 hate
Playa hate all the time, you love 2 hate
What?
Why you hate me nigga?
Uh.
Is it because yo bitch love
feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent
No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play
Follow
the yodel of life
Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb
I lost my job when I got fired
by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,
he smelled like
Lookin’ For Love
Written by Bob Morrison, Patti Ryan, Wanda Mallette
Well, I spent a lifetime lookin' for you
Single bars and good time lovers were
MEMPHIS BLEEK
Just then a SCHOOLBOY walks in
ABSOLutely cool 2 CHAINZ on
Asks for a 2 PACK of NOTORIOUSly
BIG candies I'm like GAME on
I creep in like
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