Bobba bobba

ay uh ay uh ay ay ay uh Tony Montana, bandana, fucking a bitch named Hannah in a cabana, I got a sweet home no Alabama drinking lean without the sprite I choose the Fanta, yeah yeah, I’ll give you stitches no lilo, dancing in the ocean no Nemo, trapping with the gang In mÿ jincos, got em from the hookup fuck Home Depot real gs know that I’m chillin in the tub with Filipinos and that I’m dropping the bank at casinos and I get that I got a big ego, gs know I’m the rap hero, damn bobs turn try your best Bob (Bob) they call me Bob, she Slobs on my knob like corn on the kob, bob is really basic and Bob likes to hate shit, I’m chilling in dudes basement, and I got the payment statement, hey bitch be patient, I’m a secret agent, I like to eat bacon, awaken you have me mistaken, Neighborhood gang, bob signing off, , the dude) the album is fire so call it mÿ lyrics we know you fear shit and I know you hear this mÿ bars are like clear hits I’m ruling this year bitch, neighborhood gang is locked in were popping more shots and coppin more locks and were rockin with no cops and peace