BOB Lyrics

Big fly

The biggest

You niggas

Is not fuckin with

Mister fearless

I'm hot like the skillet

Pop like the grease

Check the degrees

I'm a hunnid at least

Top of the class

Top like a varnish

On top like a garnish

Your jewels lookin tarnished

You niggas is cops and informants

In vip

But you are not that important

I don't switch

It's all in the wrist

No

I don't miss

Peel off

Skirt off

Yea I whip it out

You can't relate

If you ain't went without

Watch this beef get nasty

Like in-n-out

Too many bitches on my dick

I need to rent it out

He got my name in his mouth

I make him spit it out

Niggas hate

And I know what it's really bout

His bitch pussy deep

And I dig it out

Ha ha ha

Adorable

That shit that you reppin

Deplorable

You talkin cash shit

You affordable

The blicky be with me

It's portable

Wait

Stop

If you broke get a job

Bitch I'm back on bullshit

Hoe call me Bob

I'm back on bullshit

Call me Bob

I'm back on bullshit

Bitch I'm Bob

Big on big

Bob

Big ol' bag

Bob

Black owned business

Bob

Big player no

I don't play fair though

Told me he a real one

I don't care though

Said my name in a song

He said a prayer though

Slid through his hood

Shit he wasn't there though

They don't even know your name

You a weirdo

My dogs known for swinging arms

Like a elbow

Bitch tweaking for me now

Have a chair hoe

You be scaring birds away

Like a scare crow

Bitch I don't owe nothin

Call me Don

Just one night

Call me Jon

Just one call

It's goin down

You gon see ARs

When we come around

Steve Jobs

Robert Kraft

I got mac and cheese

Pass the peas

Running plays like athletes

Walk in casually

Catching casualties

Can't hate the player

Hate the score

Why you mad at me

Look

Two plus two

Equals four every time

Yea you know every time

Yo bitch with me

She gon hoe every time

She on go every times

Look talking on me you

Tom

Should probably be Lionel

Cuz you just be lying

Where you at

On the block

With who

With the gang

Minding our business

Mob

I'm back on bullshit

Call me Bob

I'm back on bullshit

Bitch I'm Bob

Big on big

Bob

Big ol' bag

Bob

Black owned business

Bob

Flag on the play

That's a penalty

Literally

Ya'll ain't balling

Y'all little league

Mini mes

Hunnid y'all

Couldn't make 10 of me

Nigga please

Been selling weed

Since 10 a g

Big facts

Get back

Shoot first don't need a lick back

Sit back

Straight to the point like a index

Watch how I put this shit together

Like a syntax

This gon piss a nigga off

Like a rent check

You ain't a real nigga

You a female

Ain't shit g bout ya

But ya email

And ya pussy stink

You must be selling seashells

Big Fly if you can't tell you can see well