[Intro: Conway the Machine & Allan Kingdom]
Yeah
(Statik Selektah)
You know what's up, nigga
We really don't play around
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look
The yay on the stove, my nigga
Need new batteries for my scale, we be weighin' them O's, my nigga
Shooters sniffin' filthy just to stay on his toes, my nigga
Fifty round sticks, niggas sprayin' with those, my nigga (Brrr)
I got hit in my throat, face twisted up but I'm still sick with the flow (Haha)
You niggas sick as me? No
You niggas sick of me, I know
But you bitch niggas know
You get your shit split, if you approach
Nigga I'm GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time
When I splitted this dope
Pay a grand for the coat (Ooh)
The slippers [?]
Ride with a stick in the Ghost
But even when I was broke, the Smith & Wes was close
Niggas was gеttin' smoked
Hit the back of your head, I'm [?] with thе toast (Uh-huh)
I got hit in the back of my head but nigga I'm still afloat (Ha)
The Machine nigga, the light green, nigga
I send my youngin' through that, they do a sting, nigga (Brrr, grrah)
[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, I got the tools to lay down
Don't nobody movin', don't nobody make a sound
Everybody losin' if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, I got the tools to lay down
Don't nobody movin', don't nobody make a sound
Everybody losin' if anybody stay around
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Nobody move, nobody get hurt (Hurt)
Toni take an Adderall, he gon' take a Perc (Toni)
Christian Dior shirt pressed (Uh)
King of the jungle, might lace my shorty with a fur dress (Damn)
Now four niggas tried to sing on me, quartet (Woo)
PPP came in and got a Corvette (Vroom)
Momma text me and said I need more rest
But I heard they think I'ma lose, I need more bets (I need more)
This the synchronized swimmin' addition
Two bowls full of babies in the fetal position
Crack talk, trap talk if you bein' specific
And I'm all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy
[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, I got the tools to lay down
Don't nobody movin', don't nobody make a sound
Everybody losin' if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, I got the tools to lay down
Don't nobody movin', don't nobody make a sound
Everybody losin' if anybody stay around
[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
This crack rap, trap rap
This that eenie meenie miney mo, God damn, forty-four at your grandmammy door if you ain't got my sack wrapped (Sack wrapped)
Knock-knock, hello, blah-blah
That'll show you the use of the tool, top ten nigga alive
But a nigga play it cool
[?] on the evening news (News)
Man on the menace, playin' [?] evil his thing, I just grabbed my penis
Crucified, niggas thought I died, I'm back, I'm Jesus (I'm Jesus)
Got crack in the back, got gas in the pack, got pills for the addict (Addict)
I'm a Rolex, rockin' the AP, I lost the Pateks (Pateks)
Street politics, sold white dope right in front of your house (Your house)
I be the reason your aunty's [?] and your uncle sold your couch (Your couch)
Dope boy, dope boy
I ask, "Do we got a problem?", like dope boy (Dope boy)
You ain't really nothin' but a hoe boy
You ain't really, you ain't really want that smoke boy
Look at my team and look at your team, man we [?] that shit
We came here with the sticks
We can get the aim and the [?] shit (Shit)
Look at your woman, gettin' all anxious, talkin' piece of shit
Still on my dope boy script, look at her, tell her, "Shut up, bitch"
[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
Play around
Call me Bob the Builder, I got the tools to lay down
Don't nobody movin', don't nobody make a sound
Everybody losin' if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, I got the tools to lay down
Don't nobody movin', don't nobody make a sound
Everybody losin' if anybody stay around
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