B.o.B - Robots wit attitude lyrics

Pocket full of doctor Manhattans
Light that gas like I'm fracking
Yea she thought I worship satan
She just couldn't spell satan
I say this agents distracting
Clothes like a caption
Basic bitches be capping and
Capping niggas keep rapping
On BoB the feds got a dossier
I ain't repping Courvoisier
Got these beats think I'm Dr dre
Keep the glee like a holiday, yeah
And I ain't hoopin' I got a big ass tech
Like Amare better study Mayan and Toltec
I said I'm solitary ain't no
Jokers in my deck
Hollywood had them in dresses like
These niggas lost a bet
Question? Why my neighborhood oppressed
If I move into your street I make
Your house a price for less, yeah
My shades on 'cause I'm tearing they ass up
Fifth bottle of the like I
Swear it's my last cup
I'm from Atlanta you get scammed
Out your last buck
But these exotic elements my
Pain is a abstract
Hit her from the back, she like "oh"
I thought I died and went to heaven
She like "no"
Before I hit she gotta fresh shave
Potato peel head down 'tween her knees
It's a tornado drill

Drill, drill, drill, yeah, yeah, yeah, drill
Yeah head down 'tween her knees shit
It's a tornado drill

Chaos niggas on my team
It's triple black, black, black
Black ain't even black enough a
Word describe that, that, that
Yeah I'm a dog, I'm in a chain, and
Ain't no leash, still I'm on that tree, yah
They generate algorithms
They got all your statistics shit
While you talk it be listening and
Pop up ad start appearing
Similar to how your spirit show
You symbols through intuition
My spirit hindred not kindred your third
Eye dim it look squinted
I been smoking all type of
Os, the Jangos, tarantinos, call me Quentin
Religion is pulp fiction
Shit you wouldn't know the
Difference between a
A MK ultra or a inflamed ulcer
You can't walk in my house my
Nigga this ain't for ya
I swear I'm with great whites
Deep enough to drill oil
The closest that you ever got
Was sea food boil
What's the most gangster shit to
Do in this era go to war with your brothers
Or go against your oppressors
But niggas, they ain't tryna
Hear that woke shit, woke shit
'Cause see it's
'cause see it's cool to not know shit
(Know shit)
And all the, the hoteps going wild, wild
Nowadays they just doing shit for more clicks
(Ayy) but sh-, but sh-, but shit is cool
I done turned down more checks you'll
Ever get a chance to (Ever get a chance to)
I I bucked the system more than
Any nigga did this far
Niggas don't support niggas until they
Need at least a car
All these pro black folks
Discriminate the most these favors for free
And all I got was a ghost
I said I'm full of adrenaline
Faces is grim might be a gremlin
Guess I'm too generous
Too real a nigga, I'm just way too genuine
Fucking did it man, elements two niggas
(Wooo) i don't wanna hear no more
Shit from you niggas

Bobby Ray Bands
Head down 'tween her knees shit
It's a tornado drill