Robots wit attitude

By B.o.B

On Artificial Intelligence

Released on March 9, 2022

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[Verse 1]

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 B.o.B 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


[Bridge]

Drill, drill, drill, yeah, yeah, yeah, drill, yeah

Head down 'tween her knees shit, it's a tornado drill


[Verse 2]

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 (Woooooo)

I don't wanna hear no more shit from you niggas


[Outro]

Bobby Ray Bands

Head down 'tween her knees shit, it's a tornado drill