"Uncle Otis" lyrics

This shit for my Uncle Otis

Uh, here's a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they're the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing their youth, but it's gone
Yo, 'Ye, this nigga didn't even want to put you on
Them he turned around, put on Sean
But forgot to tell him Beni Han-Han don't sell no fuckin' wontons
I don't wear Sean John, but fuck with that Cîroc shit
2Pac back, well, hit 'em up with some Pac shit
(Who run the world?) Jayceon
Yeah, with 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 niggas ain't saying nada
Lil white bitch, better stay in your place
You call me a nigga, I'ma put the K in your face
This a stick up bitch

So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boy
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here
I do it (I called Khaled, tell 'em "Fuck it. I'm on one")

I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go court-side seats, you are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters, stays rocking the latest
The show goes on 'til I start aiming the lasers
And Lupe'll soufflé half you motherfuckers
This 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 (Bitch!) look how that nigga look
Man, I'm 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot
Crooks and castles, all my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation, yeah, crooks with tassels
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Sitting up in Marvin's Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it

So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boy
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, 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'll give you 9 shots, you can call it 50
Dre got that super bass, I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowing on that sticky
Can I hit it in the morning? Bet it be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you could see my odd future
You gonna need more than Novocain after I shoot you
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 shit on, whatever
So put that pussy 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 getting no cash
You know why? I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (Huh) that ain't a lie, nigga

So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boy
So put your hands up in the air
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here
I do it

Nah, I ain't think so
Uncle Otis, holler at me!