Bob - Chaos Lyrics
[Intro]Take my keys and start it, start it, take[Verse 1]Hold on, wait a minute, how ya feel lil *****!You already know I finna kill this shitNo go with the Label, what's the deal, lil *****?Playin' with my money, I'mma kill that *****I'mma kill that *****, I'mma euthanize itWe all at the funeral with suits and tiesI'mma get my check and the uvaluvI mean an envelope, and yes, I willLemme get a drop, I got the lil niggas in a bag***** should bag on my bad, my bad, ***** ya badPirex on the tat, many pro'lem want on meI gave my lil hoe 50 hunnid, hoeYa know who run it, hoeDick all in yo stomach, hoeYa know you want it, hoeUh!Dick all in the stomach like a hollow tipAfter she give me that *****, then I gotta dipYa know these hoes is hoes is hoesWe got a lotta themHoe, on the shit you cd five, not on my colla bendI'm just chillin' with some *****es and they lookin' like some twistYes, I'm from Atlanta, the west side I representIf I hop up on that organ I can make yo ass a?*****, stop pitchin' me ideas and go pitch yo ass a tipTinted windows on my web pc, that shit like 5%Damn, can't seeGet em runnin'!Runnin' through a check, I *****ed up my hand, now a nigga can't count itThe Coupe set up with Forgiato, rubber bandLil nigga, I mount itWyle-e, I be actin' hard, I swear to God that these niggas ain't bout itThey mad that my team winnin', theirs isn't so we got em all pottyI'mma tell ya why they actin' like that, these days, errbody want an OscarAnd they not my sons, and if they are, I swear to God I'mma put em in foster careYa want tv, take ya off the airI'mma show my ass, nigga, art to be hereAnd ya know I will like an? ClipI won't explain that line, need not to be clear
