[B.o.B] You know who it is without a doubt or If money talks I got my in communication But you can't hold a Probably find me burning something you can call that smoking aces the chef in the lab making greatness Ain't a changed but the number on the statement NBA resume, my occupation Kush so loud I can't what was you saying Bass go so low that the freaks in the Get a thrill off the when it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and a track meet that ought to do it Give it that Carl I got the baby call me George Lucas I'm so but my flow's so foolish These niggas moves my niggas making movies wait
Tre] I'm wild like a crazy Clean like a baby Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping with a light My ex say I'm a cause my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake Damn I want a double fried rice I'm getting bread I put my dick up in face Your face'll look Stewies head call me Tre day I'm for pay day My got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA Liquor and foolish as Will Ferrell But I got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother I cuss I like it bitch hoe mutherf-cker You mad I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 on my sneakers
Don't roll with p-ssy niggas, we call them That's why your choosing dawg, pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you know the You just mad with no cause I'm chilling with your bitch She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe Haters be getting like 4th down and show blitz But I don't it, I run it for a hundred since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the shit so fix the I'ma and the game's you And if this ain't what you hip-hop it must be bungee jumping I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call chronic Hennessey in my vomit cause the night jumpin' Lil C got that beat so you can hear me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case was wondering bitch
Mill] Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my rest in peace I make a on the Monday and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggas like a See your artist 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 gassed heavy Wait a I'm a menace out to the winners Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the I'm just getting started and at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've hot from the beginning I be with a bitch that looks Kim Kardashian She aint on these niggas not by 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 that weed, like where that at where them purps nigga Somebody order Caught a cases, went to jail but I aint going back