BOB ROSS. Lyrics

I walked ina mall nigga I stank

I forgot I had cheese in my pocket

So that's why the rats steady watching

Steal my style like my child

You adopted

I get all ina cut like peroxide

Fuck no we don't stop at no stop signs

B M Dub

I need me a X6

For a bag they'll burn him like hot fries

Speak Up

Cause I can't hear

You

Not gon be the one

I Fear

Nobody really fucking with me

I get jiggy like LaFlare

I made the choice that I won't beg

I get so high I damn near float

I told that hoe I lost my voice

She must've thought I needed throat

I talk my shit if you can't take it

Get the fuck from out the room

She changed my contact name to "Baby"

Cause I'm always in her womb

She wanna clean a nigga image

I'm a dog

I ain't a groom

The gang know 2.. gon spot the fuckery

No Bird Box

I see it all

12 got my niggas on them papers

Need to let em' off like DoodleBob

The game got fraudulent as Fuck

Stay to myself

My bag of shelves that you can't reach

Walk with a stick like he Kyrie

But he cliqued up cause he can't lead

It's always fuck you

Then it love you

We both can play the inconsistent role

You not gon win that game

I need it custom

Some One of None shit

Ion really give a fuck bout jewlels

Except the one that's on my face

I take trips from state to state

Mileage and dope to keep me sane

ATL

CVG

LGA

Once you learn to keep that shit a K

Then we'll collaborate

We don't pay attention to no wave

Them shits be damn near fake

BITCH