I got a lotta woes
I put it all in raps
(all of it)
I got a lotta hoes
They get me lots of stacks
(lots, lots)
I ain't sayin im a pimp
(yeah)
Not much of a gawad
(nah kaka)
But I got a lotta hoes in the garden right up in the back
(la peshtawa)
I got a lotta woes
I put it all in raps
(all of it)
I got a lotta hoes
They get me lots of stacks
(lots, lots)
I ain't sayin im a pimp
Not much of a gawad
(Nah kaka)
But I got a lotta woes in the garden right up in the back
(la peshtawa)
I take the same beat that these mumble rappers will
(take it, take it)
Except with me you probably won't lose braincells
(no, no, no, no)
You may just lose your brain
I’m not too sane but who’s to say its not just a passing phase?
I don’t pass the J’s till I pass away
As baked as cake
I’m tired of it
Emcees want the highest profits
Deepest pockets
I be disgusted like BITCH that’s nothing
Got my pride and my people love it
Food for thought, you got an empty stomach
Full of it, I’m about to vomit
Just like a mutant from marvel comics
Juggernaut when I get on it
When I get going you cannot stop it
I mix it up, that’s gin and tonic
You know I ball so you better sock it
Big bad wolf when I’m with the chronic
You little pigs know I huff puff on it
You want the beef you’ll get the sausage
I got some rules, now keep it covered
Don’t start no shit, or you’ll be abducted
Rappers now days be a fucking joke
Trappers now days need to fucking ghost
I’ll take their flows their shows their hoes
And everyone better know that
I got a lotta woes
I put it all in raps
(all of it)
I got a lotta hoes
They get me lots of stacks
(lots, lots)
I ain't sayin im a pimp
(yeah)
Not much of a gawad
(nah kaka)
But I got a lotta hoes in the garden right up in the back
(la peshtawa)
I got a lotta woes
I put it all in raps
(all of it)
I got a lotta hoes
They get me lots of stacks
(lots, lots)
I ain't sayin im a pimp
Not much of a gawad
(Nah kaka)
But I got a lotta woes in the garden right up in the back
(la peshtawa)
Hook:
Can’t wait till I pop off
Pop them bottles
Party everyday like there ain’t no tomorrow
Bacardi on the plane and a bitch who swallows
Can’t wait for my hotels filled with models
Can’t wait for the card is filled with cash
Can’t wait for the car where the rims are mad
With the camo paint
Windows tinted black
And those leather seats
You can sit on that
Verse 2:
I won’t even drive man fuck that shit
Chauffeur can drive while I get my dick
Sucked in the backseat of the whip
All the way right back to the crib
Crib be as big as my ego is
My family call me a hero shit
Malahs call me an evil kid
Mallah can suck on a weasel dicks
Overdose on highs and lows
I may expose an emotion colder than the poles
If Santa Claus were to send another bag of coals
I may just hold enough to get this fucking train back on the road
I mean on the rails
I’m so derailed and so deranged
I wake and bake till I’m numb to pain
I write a bit
I roll the spliff
I wrap them both
I take a hit
I take a shit
Upon these trappers
Grab the cameras while I grab the canvas
Paint a picture of these mumble rappers
What you saying? Doesn’t matter?
Are you breathing? Is it asthma? (He need some milk)
You a toddler? Goo goo gah gah
If I don’t make it famous by the end of this year I’m going to end up robbing you people so to avoid that shit share my music
Thanks!