Bob - The ILLEST (Remix) lyrics

(Intro) We so motherf**ing ill We so motherf**ing ill (motherf**ing ill) We so motherf**ing ill (ScHoolboy Q) 50 grand large, rubber band boy, haze and drank I can moon walk, make her a** talk I'm a cash vault, trigger then spark, hear my trunk bump We go dumb dumb, dumb dumb, I'ma do it some Now watch me stunt, I'ma leave with one Though I came with none, now watch me come I'm a pimp with a gold stripper ho from the soul be the game I run It was shots through the cot giddy up, put it on your tongue (Hook) We be the illest We be the illest in here I know you feel us We be the illest in here Illest in here (x2) We so muthaf**in' ill! (Verse 1: Kev Nish) Yeh, I be Illin' out from LA, I be illin' out all the way Got a v-mail from my K-Town chick that wanna hook up and blaze I got OG cannabis (can I bust?), girl, one puff will put you in your grave Got three pills, and four jimmy hats cause we don't kid and play Popov, yo, guess who's getting drunk, no muthaf**as can't out-drink us If you sipping that hate, don't get drowned, so cold polar bears on my nuts Y'all know who we be, I hold it down for the East Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin, yellow tinted on Z's (Bridge: J-Splif) Drippin' on yo couches Drippin' on yo couches Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang we on that Tropicana Drippin' on yo couches From the hills to public housing If you feelin' ill then damn you ill Be the illest on a thousand (Hook) (Verse 2: RIFF RAFF) Yeah, nice chain, what a nice night My ice bright, I play the wall like a night-light Tangerine tambourine from the West Wing The best thing about my room? Versace bed springs I'm in the building, more gold than Rumpelstiltskin Aw sh**, look who it is: the white Russell Simmons Jody Highroller, Far East Movement We so ill, I think I need some codeine fluid Riff! (B.o.B) Badaboom badabambi Every day in her hair like Pantene Pro B, ain't ready for a family f** family, so she better have a Plan B Plan B, never mind what the rumors say Rumors say, never mind what the rumors say Rumors say, when I walk into a room they say Bobby Ray, bomaye, bomaye I'm faded, my eyes are glazin', dialated You hate that that n***a made it so you jaded Your momma, your baby momma, and your lady Be bumpin' my music naked while they're shavin' Thots be like "Bobby save me, Bobby save me" But this ain't no bank for checkin', ain't no savin' I'm never known to accept a limitation You want it with me well here's the invitation Bands, Bobby, there's no more debatin', wow I'm just amazin' Damn, she started gettin' naked 'till her panties start wavin' Man, man I'm so sick, I'm so ill Thermometers cannot monitor my level of chill Grippin' the grain, whippin' the wheel (Hook) [Outro: Prohgress] "I" is for the way these beezies love how I bang And "double L" is for the way I blow that smoke in ya face We roll on "E's" and we be easy rollin that bank And "ST" is for the Illest sh** we rep every day