Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all Yela, how’s it going? Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Ain’t no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like To put a cease and desist on this feet that I spit, shit, Bitch! I believe in my wits, Enough to believe on my kids Won’t be home till Christmas Chevy’s on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m’am, no problems I’m stuck in play like a fair ball know you love to call it trails and hip hopin in the south But this country rap tunes Got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth ah But sacrifice it all and lord knows it With my life on the bullseye Make a camera be jealous of my focus And that’s shady if you ain’t notice The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis In a traffic jam, I got my lane open It came with the same token you did and crack the Bank open When they said the rap game was in the drought I was swimming in so much dope I had break my life and test it out
Like, Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all Yela, how’s it going? Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Get a work job bitch, run your lips I know you’d dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon Just to see me trip You window shopping and can’t see the gift When the shit is sitting in front of your face Like see me in between the bricks If the world had name for me, I’d be Slumerican This whole shit started out real, Bitch bet I can And I do it with casio and a farmers tan and On the top of the hundred grand, fuck bet I stand And I made it through cause I had heart Waking up to roaches in my cereal box but it that’s a bad start food stamps in the packed lunch On Some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they had it hard Don’t make one of these sloos go and intercept you Enter your dorm room and punk you internet goons Im spring loaded with the assault of an old man drinkin a fifth And stepin with my knee in an old van like hey
Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all Yela, how’s it going? Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
A couple of loose screws ain’t stopping a train from moving A couple of bucks short of a bill and im still one hundred proofing under the heat like I been metal roofing in a trench coat and a black hooded head banging to heavy metal music I’m now home thank god bamma its home throwing rocks out the window On 20, that’s a milestone hello tomorrow, Yesterday is now gone, I dedicate this song to me Fuck how wrong, shoe laced up with the Mainstream lace up, with the same team That I came up with, Bang what Changed the game up, like a change up With a pain that a drain on to bitch you better remain up Bang what!, used to help weezy back up 50 pounds, Green bay backin a bowl up A broke soul packin the couch But the landlord used to get me out but I went from back at my house To back to your house Bitch, Like
Look mama, no hands I’m standing on top of the motherfucking Hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all Yela, how’s it going? Oh man, I’m standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand They took a shot, Airball You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
