B.O.B

[Intro]

But even now, I don't think we see what's behind the violence

It's not just a demand for possessions, for owning things (Pow-pow, pow-pow, pow-pow)

It's a demand for self-respect (227 ConCreature Gang)

I've been working for two years, real hard, right?

And now I have something else to say (Mafia, what else? Uh)

[Verse 1]

Let's make it a moment, you break it, you bought it

You take it, you own it, but if you get assaulted, this ain't what you wanted (At all)

I aim in and shoot it, this hundred clip, it came with the cooler (Brrt)

Love the double-dip, but this what you get for making me do this (Yeah)

Taking mе through it, show me the safe, taking mе to it

On the chase for a hundred mil', feel like they racing me to it (Choom)

A and B student of the gang, got the recipe to it

Unlike all of these other lames that used to having 'em blew it (Lame, lame)

Shit they post to be counting me in on was never included (Never)

Ten-oh-eight grams, I breakdance the bag and I move it (That icky)

Racks in my Ksubis, took off on 'migo, half-brick of Scooby

And a partridge of Cardi B 'cause that bitch bad and she bougie (Cold times)

Stash in my hoopty, down in Toledo, trapping with Druski (Brodie)

Quick to open that four-oh up like I'm cracking a brewski (Doo, doo)

Stacking them oochies by the bag when you asking for Moochie

Know he want all the smoke, he even want the backs on the loosie

Let's get it

[Chorus]

Uh, standing on big old business

Chopper came with a kickstand and some tig old bitties

What else? (Grrt) This other clip hold fifty

How you claim you the brick man and you snitched on niggas?

You know it (Pssh), I spit this shit so vivid

Don't make a nigga up the stick and flip the switch on niggas

You heard? Standing on big old business

Sliding down, gripping that slam with a big pole in it

It's Blocks (It's Jackson)

[Verse 2]

Can't let the discos flick us

On six-four, grittin', I'm ten toes in it (McNichols)

Windows tinted, Versace heaven, indo scented (Gang)

Mike Amiri jeans, but the hoodie sweater Kenzo-knitted

It's on (Finna whip up), just give me ten more minutes

I keep them rack-racks on me, got my wrist on tennis

The kid on shimmer

My shit don't dim (Bling), this big old Kimber'll knock him down, then yell, "Timber" (Pow)

Maxwell member, breakdancing them fish scale dinners (Eastside)

Got these niggas sick 'bout my new bitch, hope they get well quicker (Yeah)

The V12 shifter, blow cutter, B12 mixer

Got fifty Ezells and thirty, forty seashells sniffers (Big dummy)

The seat belt clicker, flow bizarre like that D12 nigga (Money)

Gray flakes in the cake, custom bricks that we sell different

But we still hit 'em and give 'em to my resale flippers (My youngins)

Popping like you the chuleo, but I know females richer, for sure

[Chorus]

Uh, standing on big old business

Chopper came with a kickstand and some tig old bitties

What else? This other clip hold fifty

How you claim you the brick man and you snitched on niggas?

You know it (Pssh), I spit this shit so vivid

Don't make a nigga up the stick and flip the switch on niggas (Grrt)

You heard? (Ayy) Standing on big old business

Sliding down, gripping that slam with a big pole in it

It's Blocks (You know it)

[Outro]

Alright, I don't want you to go running around and get rid of this shit elsewhere for, for that to hit

I'ma just take it right now

Alright, it's in the glove compartment