Bob - I ont Really lyrics

[Intro] (KE on the Track) (Scotty ATL: Bob what up man?) (B.o.B: What's up fool?) (Scotty ATL: thse n***as out here hustlin' for a [?]) (Scotty ATL: You know I don't really f** with these n***as right? (B.o.B: f** 'em) (B.o.B: Talk' to em) (x3) (Scotty ATL: Real n***a ain't never for the hustle for the [?]) (Scotty ATL: Real n***a ATL) [Verse 1: Scotty ATL] Two three times had to fall on my face And you supposed to be a n***a I can trust You ain't never pulled at a real n***a fall I recall You just schemin' on the n***as in your own in the circle you were Lying on the internet, putting n***a lame Talking real sh** n***as ain't real You just trying to [?] n***a I can feel Told 'em I ain't f**ing with these n***as I'mma focus on my own sh** Cool Club for life, had the [?] on Kanye, getting f**ed by all that Finna turn like car keys (turn up), with a Bad b**h, and a cup full of Cognac [?] this a carjack, I be Ridin' like a motherf**ing [?] valet With the Swiss full of [?], yeah I Need that, these n***as on my last nerve Who you trying to impress, you be trickin' [?] Yeah n***as ain't ball like We can can see it on your IG, you be Tryin' too hard you don't even live your own life Getting line like a [?], take over time Give me head like MJ Post a clip on OJ R.i.p my n***a OJ, they ain't know [Hook] Man I don't really f** with these n***as Man I don't really f** with these n***as I don't really f** with these n***as I don't f** with these n***as, man I don't really f** with these n***as Man I don't really f** with these n***as I don't really f** with these n***as i don't f** with these niga**, man I don't really f** with these n***as [Verse 2: Scotty ATL] Show a n***a love he get sh**ted on (sh**ted on) Man Hollywood, now I ball like f** 'em Me and cut the tees out the top of the colored [?] See me they can see me hold a mothef**ing [?] XXL even complex, no radio On tour getting good dough Meeting tightwads, I don't know about the pudding but They don't know about hood though Give a foot long, I'm just tryin' to get the long bread Get some a** out my [?] In the [?], chasing paper like a maniac Man we struggle way too long Want a lambo, just to ride wanna feel like Ace [?] on a good park And the good lord, help me blow up help me getting rich Help me make it real real far Know just one thing, n***as act like they wanna see They just wanna see take outs Never for them, so I grind i ain't letting off I ain't taking no days off We were cool with them, but they were hating I can feel it They were hating I can feel it I'mma make 'em look bad, jealous heart at that boy Watch a real n***a k** it [Hook] [Verse 3: B.o.B] Man I feel like f** these n***as I ain't really feeling near one of these n***as I'm worldwide boy you just a one street n***a MLB ballin' Barry Bond league hitters I ain't got I ain't got no handout for these n***as But lyrically I'mma make examples out of n***as They gon' f** around and put Atlanta out a n***a You ain't got to tell I whip the lambo out on n***as Yeah catch heat make a camel out of n***as They gon' swear they got the Rambo out the ghetto What the f** you fantasize a n***a It ain't real beef unless they pullin' ammo out of n***as How can n***as even think they on my level (On my level) When they're too many n***as thinking on my level (All over) Take a minute n***a think of something clever If it's numbers to this sh** I"m going meta I won't say I'm a vet, just somewhere between the best And ahead of the rest, next level finesse Heavy metal possessed Bullsh** to my right, pool pit to my left That ain't neither here nor there, nevertheless Just tell your friend bring a lighter and song Both my eyes low like Cheech and Chong Bobby Ray Bands in your camera phone If I ain't on your TV boy you got the channel wrong [Hook] [Outro: Scotty ATL] Yeah what it do man it's your boy Scotty ATL man checkin' in one time, you know what I'm sayin'? Man shout out to n***as out there geting the motherf**in' money man you know? Y'all n***as say No Jan-re, we say No Genre, you feel me? Where we from that A-Town and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout so we just talk like that. No Genre n***a not No Jan-re. Get that sh** right, fool. Scotty ATL Cool Club, what's happening? Turn up in this b**h man, leggo