Nigga ask where B.o.B been at
Well I´ll tell you where I been
Not on Epstein´s Island
At home, not dick-riding
(What yo ass say?)

Stacking Tubmans
I ain´t no thug
But I´m thuggin
They say don´t judge
But I´m judging
Married to the game
I´m her husband

On numerous occasions
They inquire
Like "were you cloned
And why did you go quiet?"
Everybody holler "Stay woke!"
Well even woke nigga get tired
Took a snooze and got my mind off the rumors
You in her DMs and I´m in her
Uterus, ghetto exuberance, dapper accouterments, my truest thoughts are intrusive

Yo soy Tu Daddy
She throw it back like
"Is it good daddy?"
She wanna Shibari
I put them 10k ropes on her body
Now She wanna party
Her and her friend
Ask if I´m poly
I told em pro´ly
Girl it´s yo world
Do what you want
It´s your choice
It´s your body

Big-Booty hoes
Hump wit it
Big-Booty hoes

Hump wit it

It don´t take Sherlock Holmes
To see you got Stockholm syndrome
I´m a paradoxical nigga
Walk into a room and start a schism
(What yo ass say?)
They must not know
They must need reminding
I will never fold
You can´t origami

Oh you ain´t know my pen was crazier?
She love my southern embolalia
Nutty Bish Macadamia
Stacking that bank, Azalea
Industry plants, hydrangeas
No I don´t know who these strangers is

I haven´t the slightest
Musta got overnighted

How she
She gon
When I
Abawaka Abawaka
She "rrrikkErrriKkk"
On my Dik like serato
Like I flip the switch
She on auto
Told me hit her shit in staccato
Like "Who you think you talking to? Girl, you know I´m Bobby Ray!"

This the part of the show
Where we find out
It´s debaucherous shit just be scandalous

Bitches be flying out
Remember when rappers would fake it
Like they was all rowdy row
Now nigga catch bodies fr
And ain´t no one lying now