| Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad. | 
| You know I love you | 
| But what I saw it wasn’t me | 
| But what I saw in front of me | 
| Oh baby baby you was acting so shady | 
| I thought that you were stickin' me | 
| Another girl you’re tricking me | 
| I gotta go cause I thought that I was yo' baby | 
| But what I saw it wasn’t me | 
| But what I saw in front of me | 
| Oh baby baby you was acting so crazy | 
| I thought that you were stickin' me | 
| Another girl you’re tricking me | 
| I gotta go cause I thought that you were my baby | 
| Girl you can’t trick me | 
| Nor can you stick me | 
| You try to play slickly said you strictly dickly | 
| But you and your friends you play the licky licky | 
| I figured it out when I caught that hickey | 
| Between yo' legs where your chocolate split be | 
| Now Bob Digi gotta toss you like Frisbee | 
| Out the window | 
| Off and away you go | 
| 'Ain't got no time and no love for hoes, fuck | 
| How many project sluts wanna nut or get touched? | 
| And ramped up in the back of my truck | 
| Or to eat the Benz up when yo' girlfriend would | 
| Have her knees to her ears so I can slip in good | 
| Bobby | 
| Now walk the block with black hoody hat | 
| Dog on the prowl tryin' to snatch the little putty-cat | 
| They red riding hood | 
| And I’m the big wolf | 
| 'Bout to puff off these pistols like I’m George Bush | 
| And push push through your power-u | 
| Goosh goosh explode my load | 
| Have it running down your toosh toosh | 
| Now you sneakin' around like a crook crook | 
| Tryin' to look inside my phone book book | 
| Bout to loose it all girl you shook shook | 
| It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks | 
| It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks | 
| It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks | 
| Hook | 
| C’mon man save it go ahead with that boo | 
| Oh you take me for a fool | 
| I send my sister for you | 
| Claim I’m sneakin' sleepin' creepin' cheatin' you buggin' yo | 
| Listenin' to yo' cuzin' mad because she a lonely ho | 
| Simple fickle minded dizzy tryin' to insult I | 
| Now you wanna go and turn around and then ask why | 
| Peace be out bounce | 
| Spread yo' wings fly | 
| Me lie c’mon how? | 
| That ain’t god’s style | 
| C’mon man | 
| You don’t know me by now? | 
| Three years in | 
| I should of messed around but somehow | 
| I kept it real | 
| Girl I was ya' nigga' until | 
| Ya switched the whole current | 
| And if that’s how you feel | 
| Be out | 
| Be out yo' | 
| Be the fuck out | 
| Hook | 
| Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad … You know I love you | 
| Hook |