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bob 'n' weave - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(cakek!lla’s on the beat)
(ayo, babs, f*ck them b*tches up)

[verse 1: stanwill]
oh, he think he steppin’ through this b*tch? turn his ass to crocs
big balenciagas on, lookin’ like an astronaut
ain’t no frappuccino in this cup, it’s a dab of wock’
be done blew you like a whistle, brodie play foul
thinkin’ he a pit, i’ll bus him like the greyhound
ran it up and dropped the buffs, think i’m in shape now (sh*t)
feel like tony in the ‘hawk the way i skate ’round (skrrt)

[verse 2: allstar jr]
how you in love with a b*tch that’ll f*ck me?
this sh*t disgusting, lucky i got lucky
n*ggas run they mouth ’cause they runnin’ out of money
got a crib in atlanta but i’m rentin’ out kentucky, ayy
short a couple dollars, gang need to clear your tab
you wanna show me somethin’, let me see a kilogram
amiris fake as h*ll, mikey need to beat your ass
goin’ crazy for that green, in my ceelo bag

[verse 3: stanwill]
i’ll wet up his moncler, boy, that’s a bubblebath (sh*t)
applyin’ pressure, boy, i’m deep up in that duffle bag
arps and f&ns, you think i f*ck with jabs? the f*ck
seen a snowflake and dropped a goose overcoat
ain’t got time for no b*tch, boy, i’m too over hoes
why the f*ck you get a vest? boy, we shoot over those
all these b*tches in the whip, got the coupe overflowed
[verse 4: allstar jr]
ayy, still wrappin’ ’til the rappin’ start workin’ for me
i ain’t f*ck the lil’ b*tch, she was workin’ for me
caught a wave with the fent’ and now we surfin’ on it
all the opps ain’t wrapped in ‘bows, but i’m workin’ on it
this the end of the pool n*ggas drown in
gator ’round my neighborhood, came from public housing
finna drop a ‘cat and get that b*tch modded
cuz drop another slab, get this b*tch rockin’

[verse 5: stanwill]
in the amg on 94, finna race the sp*ceship
don’t be blowin’ up my phone if it ain’t some pape’, b*tch
brodie married to the ‘wood, this an eighth of cake mix
closet lookin’ like a jungle, all this bathing ape sh*t, d*mn (dog sh*t militia)
i just saw a snowflake, finna buy a goose
if it’s up, that’s your ass, i’ma slide with troops
we ain’t strikin’ in no strikers, we’ll slide in coupes

[verse 6: allstar jr]
ayy, i swear to god i’m tryna send your mans to h*ll too
only way he ain’t goin’ if he h*llproof
twenty*two with f’s on it, cut the head too
brodie glock so big, i gotta help my mans shoot
if we f*ckin’ unprotected, b*tch, we close friends
i’m recordin’ off a three, now this a slow jam
know the n*gga watch fake, it got a broke hand
my bouncer punched a n*gga out, he got a broke hand
[verse 7: stanwill]
big b*tch’ll crack you up like it’s druski
all that lose talk’ll put you in a loose leaf
active 24/7, we don’t do sleep
you ain’t even ten toes on your own two feet
get her in this bnb, i bet she slide the team (d*mn)
up the glockiana, i ain’t finna bob and weave
off a four of quagen, brodie finna nod to sleep
you be rockin’ old*season drip, that sh*t obsolete, boy

[outro]
(cakek!lla’s on the beat)
(ayo, babs, f*ck them b*tches up)

- stanwill lyrics

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