Bobby Lashley (feat. SobMeech)

I need that bag G, I need that bag G, I need that bag G, yeah you know I'm where that cash be

They know Big Bobby where that cash be, know I'm bout my Franklin, Big Bobby I go lashley

Can't catch me in this whip, they know Big Bobby do the lashley

Burgundy Corvette with 200, where the dash be, dis bitch she callin' me

You know she tryna get her back beat, Big Bobby beat the track and I be beatin' up these damn streets

Rawk cookin' up and I be eatin' up the damn beat

Wrong side of the track, we caught him hangin' on the wrong street

Did the shit discreet, left him leakin' up on that concrete

Pop back in the whip, I left it parked right on the back street

With dis rock, boy I feel like Chris, a **** play i pullup NBA swishhh

**** what I'm doin' on the hit I never miss

And fuck a **** brother, that's a dead ass bitch right up on the creek

Where a **** got his shit splat, and these **** dyin' in the hood and I can't fathom that

How you let them **** creep up on you In our habitat

Buck had really buck, he got away, that boy had bucked the jack

Duggar you out a cage and in a rage , you better chill on that

Cause once you in the box, your heart just stop and ain't no comin' back

Fuck all them ****, hating out the hood, they know it's that

Boy these **** know what's good with big Bobby i slang that wood

**** don't wanna get into it, see him out, I'm like, oh lets do it

All these **** know I'm with that murder movement

With that murder movement, know lol meech gon' do it

Hop out on his block, you know lil meech he keep a tools

I was fuckin' on that bot bitch, but she's a groupie

And you know lil meech he keep a stick to, get into it with it

Get into it with the opp, bitch I'm tryna cop you out

Who the fuck that **** think he is, he ain't even on this block

Carbon nines and boca glocks, put a opp inside the box

Leave him D.O.A. and go back to the hood to fuck a bop

Bitch I ain't come to chill, I'm clappin' cheeks and all

She suckin' dick and balls, she licking gooch and all

We straight rejecting calls, yeah you see I'm a dog

But she still be involved, like we in a bathroom stall

Lil' mama be droppin' drawls, you know she droppin' jaw

She got your boy in aww, she got your boy and aww

Ayy, you know I wanna get what's in the middle

Met her in November and I fucked that girl off in December

Before this year be ending up where we gettin' it to

Met her yesterday and I fucked that girl off in my Sprinter

Doin' all these shows, got me goin' for that winter

The whole Otmob, you know the boy, they winners not pretenders

They know Big Bobby where that cash be

Know I'm bout my Franklin, Big Bobby I go lashley

Can't catch me in this whip, they know Big Bobby do the last lashley

Burgundy Corvette with 200, where the dash be

Dis Bitch, she callin' me, you know she tryin' to get her back beat

Big Bobby beat the track and I be beatin' up these damn streets

Rawk cook it up and I be eatin' up the damn beef

Wrong side of the track, we caught him hanging on the wrong street

Did the shit discreet, left one leakin' up on that concrete

Hop back in the whip, I left it park right on the back street