Uncle Otis [Produced by Mars & Point Guard]
Here's a dome shot to this ***** named Otis
****** think they the coldest but ***** you just the oldest
****** be chasing they youth but it's gone
Yo 'Ye, this ***** ain't even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no ****ing Wonton's
I don't wear Sean John, but **** with that Ciroc ****
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac ****
Who run the world? Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I'm Charles Louboutin, you ****** ain't sayin' nada
Lil white ***** better stay in ya place
You call me a *****, I'ma put the K in ya face
It's a stick up *****
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
Call Khaled, tell him **** it, I'm on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers
And Lupe'll souffle half you mutha****ers
Its the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short *****
Look how that ***** look
And I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my ****** crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
I got the money up in the rubber band
Don't run up on me, try to take it from me boom
I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning?
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz **** on, whatever
So put that ***** on my face
And let me taste, a little taste
I'ma eat it up like it's my last
I'ma I'ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash
You know why? I'm Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That ain't a lie
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it