Bob Ross

I go hard in the paint like I'm Bob Ross

You run your jaw while I'm busy gettin' topped off

That's your broad? I ain't sorry, that ain't my fault

Out the car, come and scrape her off the sidewalk

I'm a boss, see the boy about to pop off

Listen, dawg, you ain't fuckin' with me, my God

I've been plottin' since a youngin' had an iPod

So I'ma come and fuck the game with the lights on

Laid back in the ride

Seven shots down and I'm high

Chug a water before I drive

Aye, I-35 with my hand up on her thigh

Switchin' lanes in a 60, but we goin' 85

Now I don't keep my Timb's clean, boy, I wear them bitches out

I got filthy rich dreams cause we from the dirty south

Aye, never switch teams, no Kawhi up in my route

More like Kobe, get to know me, boy, that's been what I'm about

Now I've been tryin' to figure why they upset, why?

Maybe cause my number's hikin', they don't like me in my rucksack

Maybe now they hate me cause I'm up next

Aye, lately all my ex-bitches steady beggin' for my love back

Nah, bitch, leave me alone,

I don't got time for you leave a message at the tone

Why you trippin'? What you want?

I been movin' round the globe, while you starvin' in the tone

See, they told me stick to drawing, now they know

I go hard in the paint like I'm Bob Ross

You run your jaw while I'm busy gettin' topped off

That's your broad? I ain't sorry, that ain't my fault

Out the car, come and scrape her off the sidewalk

I'm a boss, see the boy about to pop off

Listen, dawg, you ain't fuckin' with me, my God

I've been plottin' since a youngin' had an iPod

So I'ma come and fuck the game with the lights on

Lights on, they hot when I get to steppin' in this bitch

Ice on the watch, so pythons awatch

Cause I'm on, they not, no wonder why they wanna switch

I cause your block to stop fuckin' with you, bitch

All black, drippin', lookin' like I'm Batman

Gawk that dick up, make it sound like Mrs. Pac-Man

Call back a label? I need a million dollar- fuck!

Bitch, I need a million dollar advance

You the kid in school with a suitcase and wears a blazer

I been runnin' shit in my city, I been the mayor

Deep up in the cut and I'm drippin', look like a razor

And if I take your bitch, why you mad? I did you a favor

Bars, yeah, the boy stay equipped mane

You run your jaw while your money runnin' this way

I don't give a fuck bout what any dirty bitch say

I'ma trip abroad like my foot is in a stupid bitch way

I go hard in the paint like I'm Bob Ross

You run your jaw while I'm busy gettin' topped off

That's your broad? I ain't sorry, that ain't my fault

Out the car, come and scrape her off the sidewalk

I'm a boss, see the boy about to pop off

Listen, dawg, you ain't fuckin' with me, my God

I've been plottin' since a youngin' had an iPod

So I'ma come and fuck the game with the lights on