Bob ‘n’ Weave

Lyrics

[Intro] (CAKEKILLA's on the beat) (Ayo, Babs, fuck them bitches up) [Verse 1: StanWill] Oh, he think he steppin' through this bitch? Turn his ass to Crocs Big Balenciagas on, lookin' like an astronaut Ain't no Frappuccino in this cup, it's a dab of Wock' Be done blew you like a whistle, brodie play foul Thinkin' he a pit, I'll bus him like the Greyhound Ran it up and dropped the buffs, think I'm in shape now (Shit) Feel like Tony in the 'Hawk the way I skate 'round (Skrrt) [Verse 2: AllStar JR] How you in love with a bitch that'll fuck me? This shit disgusting, lucky I got lucky Niggas run they mouth 'cause they runnin' out of money Got a crib in Atlanta but I'm rentin' out Kentucky, ayy Short a couple dollars, gang need to clear your tab You wanna show me somethin', let me see a kilogram Amiris fake as hell, Mikey need to beat your ass Goin' crazy for that green, in my CeeLo bag [Verse 3: StanWill] I'll wet up his Moncler, boy, that's a bubblebath (Shit) Applyin' pressure, boy, I'm deep up in that duffle bag ARPs and F&Ns, you think I fuck with jabs? The fuck Seen a snowflake and dropped a Goose overcoat Ain't got time for no bitch, boy, I'm too over hoes Why the fuck you get a vest? Boy, we shoot over those All these bitches in the whip, got the coupe overflowed [Verse 4: AllStar JR] Ayy, still wrappin' 'til the rappin' start workin' for me I ain't fuck the lil' bitch, she was workin' for me Caught a wave with the fent' and now we surfin' on it All the opps ain't wrapped in 'bows, but I'm workin' on it This the end of the pool niggas drown in Gator 'round my neighborhood, came from public housing Finna drop a 'Cat and get that bitch modded Cuz drop another slab, get this bitch rockin' [Verse 5: StanWill] In the AMG on 94, finna race the spaceship Don't be blowin' up my phone if it ain't some pape', bitch Brodie married to the 'Wood, this an eighth of Cake Mix Closet lookin' like a jungle, all this Bathing Ape shit, damn (Dog Shit Militia) I just saw a snowflake, finna buy a Goose If it's up, that's your ass, I'ma slide with troops We ain't strikin' in no strikers, we'll slide in coupes [Verse 6: AllStar JR] Ayy, I swear to God I'm tryna send your mans to hell too Only way he ain't goin' if he hellproof Twenty-two with F's on it, cut the head too Brodie Glock so big, I gotta help my mans shoot If we fuckin' unprotected, bitch, we close friends I'm recordin' off a three, now this a slow jam Know the nigga watch fake, it got a broke hand My bouncer punched a nigga out, he got a broke hand [Verse 7: StanWill] Big bitch'll crack you up like it's Druski All that lose talk'll put you in a loose leaf Active 24/7, we don't do sleep You ain't even ten toes on your own two feet Get her in this Bnb, I bet she slide the team (Damn) Up the Glockiana, I ain't finna bob and weave Off a four of Quagen, brodie finna nod to sleep You be rockin' old-season drip, that shit obsolete, boy [Outro] (CAKEKILLA's on the beat) (Ayo, Babs, fuck them bitches up)