That White Boy

I grew up listening to Ante Up

You grew up listening to Little Orphan Annie

I been poppin' Klonopin, Xannies

Instagram models, no panties

Obviously, you don't understand me

My bank account is so much different

So I speak a different language

Money counters on the table

I don't even know what day it is

Chain on my neck more heavy then a newborn baby is

You ain't hard, motherfucker, you softer than baby shit

I can do 'em both, country rap or hip hop

You just do the most, run your mouth

You can get shot

You just made a mess, I put a hole in your chest

The size of that thing on Flava Flav's neck, big clock

Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?

(Hang time) It's game time, yeah

Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?

Rack the MAC back, ay

Bang-bang time

Back again, banana clips rattlin'

Rapper scared of battlin'

Matter of fact, most these rappers tattlin'

Bitch, what?

You got "69" tatted on your forehead

What's that? How many dicks you sucked?

Got a bad bitch in the kitchen, get her bake on

She better cook me bacon, she the chef, call her "Raekwon"

How many dipshits missed that bar?

Go walk in traffic, I hope you hit that car

All these Billboard plaques, because I hit that hard

You just old and pissed off, you can't get that far

I just hit you with a light bar

You shoulda got a lot more

You ain't never fight hard

You softer then a sock drawer

Lock the door, call the doctor

I got a lot more

You about to meet my dog

He got a lockjaw

This is game time and I bring my, hang on

Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?

Who the, who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?

(Hang time) It's game time

Yeah, who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?

Rack the MAC back, ay

Bang-bang time