"Master P" lyrics
Hotboy Wes Lyrics
(Drvmlord)
I know my big mama proud of me (Proud of me)
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like a lottery
The karma that come from the robberies
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh"
Glock with a drum (Fah-fah-fah)
Go rum-pa-pum-pum (Bah-bah)
What's your set? Where you from? (Where you from?)
You don't want no problem
Backwood my ganja
Glock 9, lil' Rondo
I'm from the jungle
I used to trap with the raw in the Breezeway, I make a law do a speed chase (Skrrt)
Federal units pursue on the freeway, then turn that bitch to a feet chase (Ayy, come here)
Don't follow directions, I come from a section where we gon' go fetch it like each way (Each way)
In the V.I.P. lookin' like I'm a sweepstakes
I'm the chosen one, nigga, cheesecake
Nigga, hold your tongue, that's the G way
Got a stolen gun in the booth with me
My phone's on like a DJ on replay
And I ain't have no father figure, I was in the trenches the street way
Before they dropped that iPhone, had the Glock on on a prepaid
I know my big mama proud of me
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like a lottery (Lottery)
The karma that come from the robberies (Robberies)
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh" (Uh)
Glock with a drum (Fah-fah-fah)
Go rum-pa-pum-pum (Bah-bah)
What's your set? Where you from? (Where you from?)
You don't want no problem (Nuh-uh)
Backwood my ganja
Glock 9, lil' Rondo
I'm from the jungle (9th Street)
Haha, I rock with that
I know my big mama proud of me (Proud of me)
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like a lottery
The karma that come from the robberies
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh"
Glock with a drum (Fah-fah-fah)
Go rum-pa-pum-pum (Bah-bah)
What's your set? Where you from? (Where you from?)
You don't want no problem
Backwood my ganja
Glock 9, lil' Rondo
I'm from the jungle
I used to trap with the raw in the Breezeway, I make a law do a speed chase (Skrrt)
Federal units pursue on the freeway, then turn that bitch to a feet chase (Ayy, come here)
Don't follow directions, I come from a section where we gon' go fetch it like each way (Each way)
In the V.I.P. lookin' like I'm a sweepstakes
I'm the chosen one, nigga, cheesecake
Nigga, hold your tongue, that's the G way
Got a stolen gun in the booth with me
My phone's on like a DJ on replay
And I ain't have no father figure, I was in the trenches the street way
Before they dropped that iPhone, had the Glock on on a prepaid
I know my big mama proud of me
All of them niggas that doubted me (Doubted me)
The lick that we hit like a lottery (Lottery)
The karma that come from the robberies (Robberies)
Shit on these niggas 'cause they the ones doubted me
Shit on these crackers 'cause they the ones shackled me
Want me to tell it, but can't get it out of me
I'm finna trap, go to rappin' like Master P
Make 'em say, "Uh, uh" (Uh)
Glock with a drum (Fah-fah-fah)
Go rum-pa-pum-pum (Bah-bah)
What's your set? Where you from? (Where you from?)
You don't want no problem (Nuh-uh)
Backwood my ganja
Glock 9, lil' Rondo
I'm from the jungle (9th Street)
Haha, I rock with that
