Play the Guitar B.o.B (Ft. André 3000 & T.I.)

[Intro: T.I.]
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Well it's B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius
Y'all take shots; I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill; blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo
Uhm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so long (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone
So far away there ain't no signal on my phone
Cuz I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far?
Play the guitar