[Chorus - B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don’t gas me up Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I,(bust) I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [B.o.B] Bust, bust, bu-bu-bust Yeah, on bud, bet I bust Thats just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped Still I bet I bust Bet I flow Bet I rip this beat Bet I feel that soul Bet I go Bet I bench these n-ggas like Ray, sit down bro! Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court this is my sport B dot o, B So, bet I go Bet I’m on a brand new plane Bet I’m in a whole different zone I ain’t really from this place So im up all night long Really I’m in outterspace Really I ain’t got no home Really I’m a saint Bet I’m blown, Bet I’m thrown, up to the sky Over the ocean So I fly wherever I’m goin When I’m by, bet I’m focused If it’s five, you can bet I roll it Matter of fact, you can bet I bust [Chorus - B.o.B] [T.I] Drive a brown parkin center The king from the emma(?) The room with the boom in the booth, I deliver The hottest, you prolly too small to acknowledge you Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I’m ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oop BAM! Comin through this thang like James in the air off the bare of my hand N-gga jus can’t. pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I’ma come hard like a bar? Dawn? Make a n-gga wanna rebound, turnt up, all the way, hey (?) 2 or 3 tramp Put em in the ? bentley N-gga say he do it like us, he should mean 96, 97 in Atlanta have more blocks than Mutombo For those who can’t hold water need a new kidney Put it down under Australia, Sidney (bye) lyrics courtesy of And I’m still representing, For the n-ggas under prison You are tuned in, listenin And I’m back to doing big things A sucka lookin for me, start in yo bitch’(s) dreams Thats why I’m 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening, It’s the King n-gga! [Chorus - B.o.B] [Playboy Tre] Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, n-gga yall don’t really know Tre, Really know me, Really know the streets, no! Yall n-ggas really ain’t G, Really ain’t hard, Never really served no heart, Yall be playin that roll Talkin that pimp sh-t, Never really pimp sh-t, nah Yall be singin them hoes But I don’t, and I won’t I’ll get a bitch anytime I want I’m that guy, spit that fire Shake the ground everytime I stomp Bit? in the trunk, cup in the air You can talk sh-t but I really don’t care Man I’m in the cadillac goin direct Gonna clack that back? cuz a n-gga ain’t scared I’m that red clay, East of the A? Ya n-ggas get locked up everyday Cops ain’t sh-t so I drop that sh-t (?) make it through the day Grindin for my pay It’s that n-gga Tre Bustin like a pistol best believe it when I say That I bust! [Chorus - B.o.B] [End] Let me know what you think of this new B.o.B track. Major props to Killerhiphop forum member DoB for the lyrics. Appreciate the help homeboy! Drop any corrections in the comments and I will update