B.o.B, Meek Mill, Playboy Tre - Epic lyrics

Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah

You know who it is without
A doubt or hesitation (yeah)
If money talks
I got my master's in communications (Haha)
But you can’t hold a conversation (Nah)
Probably find me burning something good you
Can call that "smoking aces"
(Hey, hey hey hey yeah)
Compliment the chef, in the lab
Making greatness (Greatness)
Ain’t a thing changed but the
Number on the statement (Statement)
NBA résumé: balling's my occupation
Kush so loud
I can’t hear what was you saying?
Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I’m Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I run and leap and jump in
That pussy like a track meet, yeah
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey)
Yep, that ought to do it
(Do it) , give it that Carl Lewis (Lewis)
Ha, I got the magic, baby
(Ha) , call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I’m so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves my
Niggas making movies wait

Wild like a crazy night
(Ha) , clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just some mama's boys
Sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I’m a dick
(yeah) 'cause my mindframe cocky
Up in Benihana, drunk as fuck
Drinking all the sake (Ha)
Damn right, I want a double fried rice
I’m getting bread
I put my dick up in your face
Your face’ll look like Stewie's head (Ha)
Girls call me "Tre-Day"
(Yuh) , I’m looking for payday (Yuh)
My squad got more bottle-popping
Niggas than the AA liquor in wheelbarrows
Foolish as Will Ferrell (Ha)
But I ain’t got a stepbrother
I'll fuck your stepmother (yeah, baby)
I cuss 'cause I like it, bitch fuck, ho
Motherfucker (Yuh)
You mad cause I’m balling
(Ha) , life is a motherfucker
Short as a leprechaun, so hater
Live life a little (Live a life)
New shit dropping soon:
"Patron and Instrumentals" (Yuh)
Til' then stay tuned, freak
And thanks for the hot chin (Haha)
It’s Tre-Boy, my flow won’t quit
Til I say it end, yuh!
(yeah)

Eastside on my arm
Three stripes on my sneakers (My sneakers)
Don’t roll with pussy niggas
(These niggas)
We call them "vajeenas" (Vajeena)
That’s why your girl choosing, dog
(Ha) , pray I never meet her (Ah)
I tap her on the head and tell her
"You know the procedure" (Swallow)
You just mad with no bitch 'cause
I’m chilling with your bitch
She threw out your mixtape
But she knows my whole disc (Hey, hey shit)
My flow’s sick, I’m a poet
Edgar Allan Poe shit (Hey, hey hey hey)
Haters be getting defensive
Like fourth down, they show blitz
(Hey, hey) but I don’t punt it
(Punt it) , I run it for a hundred (Hundred)
Ever since I was a young'un'
Been hungry as Paul Bunyan (Bunyan)
I’m the shit, so fix the plumbing (Plumbing)
I’m a beast in the game, Jumanji ('Manji)
And if this ain’t what you call hip-hop
It must be bungee jumping (Ha, ha, ha, hey)
I’m smoking on hydroponic ('Ponic)
Some of you call that "chronic" (Chronic)
Hennessey in my vomit
(Vomit) 'cause the night before
Was jumpin’ (Was jumping)
Lil C got that beat bumping
(yeah, that's right)
So you can hear me coming (Ha ha ha)
And my name’s Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A
(Ha, ha)
Just in case anyone was wondering, bitch

Boy, I’m a motherfucking beast
All my haters rest in peace (Flex)
I make a hundred on the Monday and
Go hard the rest of the week
Prey on niggas like a
Sunday, see your artist, that’s a feast
(Ha) i got, like, thirty in the chalk
I let you pussies catch the piece (Hey)
It's just me and Omelly
('Melly) in the Scaglietti ('Lietti)
'Bout to scoop these bitches 'cause
They say they past ready (They ready)
Swagger on infinite
(Swag) , I think I’m Andretti (Ha)
I push it to the limit
Get 'em haters gassed heavy
Wait a minute, I'm a menace
(Vroom) , shout-out to the winners (Vroom)
Checkerboard Louies
Like a flag before the finish (Ha)
I’m just getting started
(Started) , and niggas at they ending
Everybody say I’m hot, but I
Been hot from the beginning, oh!
I be with a bitch that
Look like Kim Kardashian
Shitting on these niggas not by purpose
But by accident big cribs, I be 'laxing in
(Ho) , you niggas relaxing (Ho)
And the main reason I’m passing 'em:
Like Michael Vick
I'm faster than your quarterback
I bring that order back
Ain't fucking with that weed (No) , like
"Where that water at?" (That water)
Like, where them percs
Nigga? Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail
But I ain't going back free Tip!