Bob

[Intro - IATG] I paint it perfect nigga, I go HARD in the paint Nah mean? That's why I think I'm Bob Ross That's cause I go HARD in the paint nigga Check this out [Hook - IATG] We cop Jordans: you coppin knock offs Ya'll bitches cookie dough: ya'll soft Nigga we heatin up: call us Hot Sauce And we go hard in the paint: Bob Ross [Verse 1 - Rimmer] Money$Team swag, rhyme schemes zag The paint's white as cocaine We shooting up motherfuckers like John Wayne Niggas say they this, niggas say that But when they get dissed, they don't know the definition combat I ain't a saint, swagging so hard, motherfucker wanna restraint I'm hard in the paint, put sin in assassin, I'm blasting Surpassing, put me on a song, I'm everlasting [Verse 2- Supa Dupa Jesus] Pick up my piece, call that shit a paint brush Cause I splatter red everywhere like a paint brush Yeah naked broads everywhere, classical art Check my wrist b, yellow, Simpson, Bart Leave my enemies full of scars, Lion King Fuck Cole son, I’m Simba, The Lion King Yeah, call me Michelangelo son Because my art shows you the heavens, biting a gun [Hook] [Verse 3 - J-Franks] Like Bob Ross with an erection, I go hard in the paint I'm the boss, no exceptions, you look at me like I'm a saint Drew Brees touchdown, all these other rappers clown I'm the Superman of this shit, ancestors from Cape Town The Broncos won their division with the help of Jesus Tebow went to church, said "only Money$Team can please us" Bob Ross in this bitch, coloring is amazing Money$Team got the green, hell yeah, we blazing [Verse 4 - 6xPlatinum] Call ya professor 6x in this bitch, Van Gogh's only successor Y'all know I got that DaVinci flow I'm on that Night Watch tip Harder than an authentic Michaelangelo Got you screamin' in this bitch So much Monet, got scores of Water Lilies My artwork in a museum, yours hangin' in Chili's Givin' birth to the Venus Got your bitch puttin' her watermark on my penis [Hook] [Verse 5 - Bob Ross] I'm the, Picasso of the Money$Team Hard in the paint, you know my favorite colors green I paint like Rivera, But I am from America And I drop bombs, It's looking like Guernica Harder in the paint, than the dude from Kentucky And when I go in, even Andrew ain't Lucky I paint like a psycho, made El Greco get Geico A pictures worth a 1,000 words, and that ain't a typo [Verse 6 - IATG] I use my paintbrush all the time: get bitches wet To motherfuckers with no skills I'm a fuckin threat I beat the pussies so hard, I'm takin bitches to the vet I get head, I'm blown like Squidward's clarinet Hard in the paint Bob Ross in this bitch Crucify niggas and leave 'em on the cross in this bitch I'm a long bomber: Randy Moss in this bitch Fuck math son, I subtract bitches bras in this bitch, bitch [Hook] [Verse 7 - FreeJC] I'm like Leo DaVinci mixed with Doctor J I'm like Slim Shady mixed with Dr. Dre I'm like Chocolate Thunder mixed with Vanilla Ice Except my cold flow's smoother like it's churned twice I'm a rap artist so call me Rozay Bob Ross JC's a top boss and some would say I pop jaws Ya girl's gets me off cause she can't get off me You got bologna swag, son you're just a soft G [Hook] [Verse 8 - PrettyFlocko] I be that pretty motherfucker Better yet Pretty Flocko Fuckin' up your bitch my name is Deuce Bigalow In other words your bitch paid me to be a Male Gigolo Can't stop me like the throne Find me chillin' at home gettin' dome Won't stop till her pussy overthrown Beat it real good till' it turn to a scone