OnGaud - BOB lyrics

[Produced by OnGaud] [Hook (2X)] Who Goddamn bang Who-who-who-who G-G-G-Goddamn Bang-bang-bang Who Goddamn bang Who Goddamn Goddamn bang bang Who who Goddamn bang BOB (6x) [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] How fast do your feet move? When that banger on your a**, how fast do your feet move? Bob! n***a, I'm gone Focused on threats, I ain't watching no throne I ain't focused on checks, just the craft that I own Til the whole ship rock, like I put it on stone In the wrong neighborhood full of folks that are knowns Where your pockets get tapped, like we put em on phones You ain't getting that back, we ain't taking no loans f** you thought it was? Like a Jeep, we need everything free But you never think cheap When you thought of us n***as wanna be the goat, but these hoes go ghost We like nope, hope you only think sheep When you thought of us Hope you never think sleep, we creep Probably pull one of your Little Bo Peeps, if she BOB that bap If she BOB that back, gone [Hook (2X)] [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] All around the city they working Screaming, "Who Goddamn Bangz?" Little n***a got it tucked in his jeans It's these little n***as got it stuck in their brains, shoot Pull the trigger til the sh** is empty, recoup If a yellow line n***a out the loop Man the truth be the sh**, for the soul Add some soop, or a shoe If you kick with the pros in the booth, like, BOB Bang like, bang at the ops All up in the trains, hitting stains at the stops Strays with the frame in the picture, get cropped It's a little girl, don't expect her to stop in the bigger world Bang, all of your dreams Me and my team came after your cream Caught all of your hoes, then slaughtered your bros My n***a, we banged all over your scene, BOB [Hook (2X)] [Verse 3: Dally Auston] Who Goddamn bangz, my n***a Feet so fast, runaway little n***a Don't hang like, nah little n***a, don't bang Slang, little gotta get paid No job, but bills to be paid Story of a n***a self made Dreams of the guns go bang, tell her bob that bap b**hes be gone, til I run in they home n***as is wilding, not taking no fault Do your feet move when that gun at your dome, in my city You are not safe in your home I'm a gangster granddad, and I'm proud of it Getting rich or die, dying in the plans somewhere Do you bang to the beat? n***as bang to the streets On the mic, I bang k** em all, I pray BOB [Hook (2X)]