(Tthatsnasty)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Fah, fah, uh
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
Five-foot-five make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
Forget, but I will not forgive
If I sight one of them, I'ma take this strip
I rap, but, no, it don't mean that I slip
I bop with a limp like a old-school pimp
My marj told me I can be anything that I want in life
But don't be a wimp
Two cramped in a snub-nose like twins
Southside of the waters where it begins
Pray to Allah and repent my sins
In 22 years, I've done some things
If I said it, I did it, I mean it
Or if not, seen it, why would I get up and fib?
Rap, trap, gettin' it how I live
For the love of the bag, I'll take those risks
Before rap, I was taking trips
Free my walalos out of the bin
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
Five-foot-five make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
You're high as a kite if you think I'ma leave my house
For an eighth and a ten-pound drink
The bruck back-kicks like Rob Van Dam
The hairpin trigger made shoulders fling
Feds stop man on my way to a shoot
Only God knows how they ain't find anything
I used to hit shots from Wally to Croy
See a smile on my face when my Nokia ring
If they kick this door, I'll hide everything
If my pride gets dent, I'll bind everything
I used to stand in the rain on my own
I'm tryna get used to the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
Uptown for a fling, so I bought my thing
I rap now, I pull strings, violin
All I need is a bag in this life of sin
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
Five-foot-five make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
I made racks, no, I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
Five-foot-five make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
