Frankie Limon B.o.B

[Intro]
I-I-I-I got a six shooter for the top five vets
And then one bullet left to play Russian roulette
I'm Nostradamus, I've seen your future, it's too late
All y'all niggas suspect I guess crime pays, what can I say?
(What can I say?)

[Refrain]
So fuck you and your mob guys
This the part of the film where your mob dies, I got 'em!

[Verse 1]
N-N-Nigga flip and spit hot coals
I showed you niggas how to go diamond like I was minin' hope
My mind's a playground where my mood swings
But I ain't here to play though, I'm more like Plato
Y'all niggas Play-Doh
Y-Y-Yeah, I'm the man of the hour
Songs made 30 mils like I'm manufacturing flour
You niggas ain't that hard to find
Should be a fine to get in line like, "damn, one at a time"
L-l-l-l-l-like how you niggas make it this far
I never babysit my liquor but I raise the bar
I left the 'gram to cut an album, niggas thought I was dead
And I ain't talking diet when I say you niggas fed
I get to, get to, get to, get to, get to slidin' on 'em
And then I get to, get to, get to Frankie Limon on 'em
Veganism, feminism, government hypnotism
I'm just speaking facts bro, this ain't even lyricism
I drop a gem but niggas carry the mask
Gas tank on empty but the car full of gas
W-W-Why do fools gotta try me though (Gotta try me though)
Like I ain't got a .308 rifle scope (Rifle scope)
Nigga you ain't saying shit, I'm about to blow (Boutta blow)
Tell a rap nigga park it like a automobile
I ain't got no more chill