FearlessYoungin - BOB

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

Written by:
DeSean Simms

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