Bob - Baby Tate

Bob the Builder lookin' ass nigga

All up in my mixture tryna take a picture

Say he see the vision I’m like «huh, go figure»

All up in my ear like «can I build wit ya?»

Paid off, I don’t owe no man

He wanna build wit me

Umm, no we can’t

All these boys got cooties

I don’t wanna hold hands

And you know my life a movie

So I need a gold man

I call him Oscar

If he get grouchy

Put this cookie on him proper

Look at my noodle

Man I could’ve been a doctor

I dropped outta school

& I turned into Betty Crocker

Catch me in the kitchen cooking beats

These niggas peekin' up my apron

Tryna find the recipe

And they think they on my level

Baby, stretch before you reach

«I don’t know about this line

Lemme test it out and see…

Baby can I build wit ya?»

Naw nigga, boy please!

Bob the Builder lookin' ass nigga

All up in my mixture tryna take a picture

Say he see the vision I’m like «huh, go figure»

All up in my ear like «can I build wit ya?»

Bob (Bob) bit bob that back

He gone slob (slob) from my neck to my crack

Want that check wit no tax

I’m the best, that’s the facts

I’m a five-course meal

Half these bitches barely snacks

(Speed it up)

These niggas think they slick

Broke boy, fuck boy make me sick

They ain’t tryna build, tryna slang that dick

I already know cuz a hoe psychic

I peeped the future like That’s So Raven

I’m making more money and these hoes still hating

Stop what?

Stop who?

Can’t stop Nathan

Killing everybody, better call me Jason

Can we build it?

No we cannot

I ain’t even got no children

These hoes call me mom

Boss bitches in the building

That know what you got

Tell these boys to hush that noise

We taking over the lot

Nigga!

Bob the Builder lookin ass nigga

All up in my mixture tryna take a picture

Say he see the vision I’m like «huh, go figure»

All up in my ear like «can I build wit ya?»