Piss'n On Your Ego - T.I., B.o.B

Automatic bullet flow

Uzi, Calico

Ladies man, Yeah, but to that pussy I’m a bully tho

Beat it, eat it, let it go

Retarded, stupid, silly tho

This city been on life support

I’m gonna get out and kill it tho

Really tho, off the chain

Getting it, doing heavy things

Stuntin out the frame

Still to bust a nigga cabin mayne

God like Charlamagne

In the A the hottest thing

Ever hit it, ever did it, most these niggas garbage mayne

I ain’t finna front, nigga lame if you ask me

I’m way in the front, run shit, no athlete

Passionly, nigga watch my smoke as I go and get money to the top I go

Tell you get dough, nigga stop I know the housekeeper get more

Now come and mop my floor

Sittin' up high, small money we don’t see no

Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch, nigga she know

Nigga know my stylo, swagg on G O

Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin’on yo ego

We be pissin' on yo ego, pissin' on yo ego

We shittin' on yo pride nigga pissin’on yo ego

We be pissin’on yo ego, pissin’on yo ego

Sucka hate it, we know but we pissin’on yo ego

I’m back up on my rap shit, you bastards got it backwards

Got it twisted and exaggerated

Stretched out: elastics

You niggas ain’t on my radar!

I bypass niggas, no gastric

I pull up front in that monster truck

And I park that shit Jurrassic

Got a drunk bitch on my mattress

Doing backflips, gymnastics

She holding on to that monkey bar

Yelling out my name: no ad-libs

Niggas get mad at us for what?

We live out life at the after-party

Don’t come at me with that ego shit

I piss on that like a port-o-potty

This beat is retarded so therefore my flow is autistic

Come on down to Bobby’s World

You and your friend oughta visit

Flow like I’m on a mission

So there is no competition

It’s looking like hunting season

And we in the slaughter business

Ball hard: pavement

Broads in amazement

Large money talking, I ain’t gotta make a statement

My impatient grind, I’m taking mine

I ain’t finna wait for mine

Anybody wanna shine, I suggest you wait in line

I’m chasing dime paper

But for these haters I don’t break a stride

Defecating on your pride, make you commit suicide

Do or die, who am I?

Bullet hit the Bulls-eye

I’m doin' my thing, Say I ain’t my nigga you a lie

Do it by the hood, I grew up to say what’s up

And all the real niggas know me, I don’t need no introduction

Bulletproof truck with a couple cute sluts in the back

Doin everything I ask for a wrap whats that

They handle that and I stroke that cat so good I get my money back