Epic

[B.o.B] You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation If money talks I got my masters in communications But you can’t hold a conversation Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness Ain’t a thing changed but the number on the statement NBA resume, balling's my occupation Kush so loud I can’t hear what was you saying Bass go so low that the freaks in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks I’m Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete I run and leap and jump in that pussy like a track meet Yeah that ought to do it Give it that Carl Lewis I got the magic baby call me George Lucas I’m so prolific but my flow’s so foolish These niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait [Playboy Tre] Wild like a crazy night, clean like a baby wipe Y'all just a momma boy, sleeping with a baby light My ex say I’m a dick cause my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan’, drunk as fuck, drinking all the sake Damn right I want a double fried rice I’m getting bread I put my dick up in your face Your face’ll look like Stewie's head Girls call me Tre day I’m looking for pay day My squad’s got more bottle poppin’ niggas than the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain’t got a step brother, I fuck your step mother I cussed cause I like it bitch Fuck ho motherfucker You mad cause I’m balling, life is a motherfucker Short like a leprechaun so hater live life a little New shit dropping soon “Patron and Instrumentals” Til' then stay tuned, freak, and thanks for the hot gin It’s Tre, my flow won’t quit til I say it ends [B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers Don’t roll with pussy niggas, we call them vajeenas That’s why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure You just mad with no bitch cause I’m chilling with your bitch She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow’s sick, I’m a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz But I don’t punt it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a young ‘un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I’m the shit so fix the plumbing I’ma beast and in the game, Jumanji And if this ain’t what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping I’m smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin’ Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming And my name’s Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering bitch [Meek Mill] Oohh I’m a motherfucking beast All my haters rest in peace I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggas like a Sunday See your artist that’s a feast I got like 30 in the chalk I let you pussies catch a piece It's just me and O' Melly in the Scaglietti Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready Swagger on infinity, I think I’m Andretti I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy Wait a minute I'm a menace Shout out to the winners Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish I’m just getting started and niggas at they end And errbody say I’m hot but I’ve been hot from the beginning I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian Shittin' on these niggas not by purpose but by accident Bickers I be laughing at, you niggas relaxing And the main reason I’m passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I bring that order back Ain't fucking with that weed, like where that water at Like where them perks nigga Somebody order that Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back FREE TIP!