Bob ‘n’ Weave lyrics

[Intro]
(CAKEKILLA's on the beat)
(Ayo, Babs, f*ck them b*tches up)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Oh, he think he steppin' through this b*tch? Turn his ass to Crocs
Big Balenciagas on, lookin' like an astronaut
Ain't no Frappuccino in this cup, it's a dab of Wock'
Be done blew you like a whistle, brodie play foul
Thinkin' he a pit, I'll bus him like the Greyhound
Ran it up and dropped the buffs, think I'm in shape now (sh*t)
Feel like Tony in the 'Hawk the way I skate 'round (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
How you in love with a b*tch that'll f*ck me?
This sh*t disgusting, lucky I got lucky
n*ggas run they mouth 'cause they runnin' out of money
Got a crib in Atlanta but I'm rentin' out Kentucky, ayy
Short a couple dollars, gang need to clear your tab
You wanna show me somethin', let me see a kilogram
Amiris fake as hell, Mikey need to beat your ass
Goin' crazy for that green, in my CeeLo bag

[Verse 3: StanWill]
I'll wet up his Moncler, boy, that's a bubblebath (sh*t)
Applyin' pressure, boy, I'm deep up in that duffle bag
ARPs and F&Ns, you think I f*ck with jabs? The f*ck
Seen a snowflake and dropped a Goose overcoat
Ain't got time for no b*tch, boy, I'm too over hoes
Why the f*ck you get a vest? Boy, we shoot over those
All these b*tches in the whip, got the coupe overflowed
[Verse 4: AllStar JR]
Ayy, still wrappin' 'til the rappin' start workin' for me
I ain't f*ck the lil' b*tch, she was workin' for me
Caught a wave with the fent' and now we surfin' on it
All the opps ain't wrapped in 'bows, but I'm workin' on it
This the end of the pool n*ggas drown in
Gator 'round my neighborhood, came from public housing
Finna drop a 'Cat and get that b*tch modded
Cuz drop another slab, get this b*tch rockin'

[Verse 5: StanWill]
In the AMG on 94, finna race the spaceship
Don't be blowin' up my phone if it ain't some pape', b*tch
Brodie married to the 'Wood, this an eighth of Cake Mix
Closet lookin' like a jungle, all this Bathing Ape sh*t, damn (Dog sh*t Militia)
I just saw a snowflake, finna buy a Goose
If it's up, that's your ass, I'ma slide with troops
We ain't strikin' in no strikers, we'll slide in coupes

[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
Ayy, I swear to God I'm tryna send your mans to hell too
Only way he ain't goin' if he hellproof
Twenty-two with F's on it, cut the head too
Brodie Glock so big, I gotta help my mans shoot
If we f*ckin' unprotected, b*tch, we close friends
I'm recordin' off a three, now this a slow jam
Know the n*gga watch fake, it got a broke hand
My bouncer punched a n*gga out, he got a broke hand
[Verse 7: StanWill]
Big b*tch'll crack you up like it's Druski
All that lose talk'll put you in a loose leaf
Active 24/7, we don't do sleep
You ain't even ten toes on your own two feet
Get her in this Bnb, I bet she slide the team (Damn)
Up the Glockiana, I ain't finna bob and weave
Off a four of Quagen, brodie finna nod to sleep
You be rockin' old-season drip, that sh*t obsolete, boy

[Outro]
(CAKEKILLA's on the beat)
(Ayo, Babs, f*ck them b*tches up)