B.O.B. - Chaos lyrics

Uh, take my keys and start it Start it [Jake Lambo] Hold up wait a minute, how you feel lil' b**h? You already know I'm finna k** this sh** No Genre the Label, what the deal lil' b**h? Playing with my money, I might k** that b**h [Jaque Beats] Imma k** that b**h, Imma euthanize We all at the funeral with suits and ties Imma get my check at the [?] I mean envelope, and yes she will elope Let me get it Jaque[?] I got the lil' n***as in the back Put your back on my [?] and my bad b**h [?] Firex on a tap Man it probably will emit[?] I get money ho Getting honey[?] ho You know who run it ho Dick all in your stomach ho You know you want it ho Dick all in her stomach like hollow tip After she give me that p**y then I gotta dip You know these hoes is hoes is hoes we got a lot of them Ho on of this sh** you see these fly all on my collar b**h I'm just chilling with some b**hes and they looking like some tits Yes I'm from Atlanta the West side I represent If I hop up on that [?] I can make your a** a b**h stop pitching me ideas and go pitch yourself a tent Tinted windows on my whip and see that sh** like 5% Damn, can't see [London Jae] Running through a check, I f**ed up my hand and now a n***a can't count em [?] up on [?] now my rubber band, little n***a on mountain Why the hell y'all actin hard I swear to god that these n***as ain't bout it They mad that my team winning and their's isn't so we got em all pouting Imma tell you why they actin like that These days everybody want an Oscar And they not my sons, and if they are I swear to god Imma put them in foster care You on TV take you off the air Imma show my a** like I ought to be here You know I will like the autonomy clear Won't explain that line, need not to be clear I'm feeling right now I could spar with a bat Bare hands hands out I got nothing to share Just lit up a blunt, blowing smoke in the air Foggy windows because my friends are burning forest fires You no like it? We say Forrest run but I think Forrest tired Blowing stinky like that motor oil when I burn my tires Got my foot up on the gas gas gas, plus a lighter Gas plus a lighter Gas plus a lighter I just bought a pack of condoms y'all a pack of vaginas And she fast with her a** like her past get behind her Imma bag her Imma drag her where my *bing* like the timer Hold up, hold up, wait If you hater then you a mistake No Genre The Label, my life is great Chilling with rebels man shout out to Jake [Jake Lambo] Shout out to me? So it's my turn f** these n***as talking bout, hold up You ain't talking money, then shut up Working from the night til the sun up Higher than my life, bail whaddup Higher like I got the job show up Tell the boss to s** it, Imma blow up Snitches get stitches, get sewn up Pa** Joe a bottle, the doors go up [B.o.B] Eat two hoes like I'm an omnivore Or some type of carnivore, Tyrannosaur Sorta kinda like a connoisseur With an Excalibur kind of sword b**h, all the competition we started And we top shelf, y'all n***as Top Ramen Look b**h, Bobby go apesh** Came from the wild we was raised in a jungle gym b**h, y'all sneak like rumpelstiltskin and pajamas Rolling presidential yeah we rolling down Obama That's just how we do it In you b**h mouth like you ain't