Uncle Otis

[Verse 1] Here's a dome shot to this nigga named Otis Niggas think they 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 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 I 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'mma put the K in your face, this a stick up bitch [Hook] So put your hands up in the air! I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it, I do it, boy [Verse 2] Call Khaled tell em "fuck 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 latest The show goes 'til I start aiming the lasers And Lupe will souffle, half you muther fuckers It's the Drew League, I don't wanna speak about The Rucker Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and Already got her up in the Porsche tryna teach you how to love Marc Antony too short, 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 tassles It's a party, it's a party it's a party Sitting up in Marvin's Room, blowing that Marley [Hook] [Verse 3] I got the money up in the rubberband Run up on me, try to take it from me I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky But I 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 Novacane 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'mma eat it up like it's my last I'mma 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, that ain't a lie [Hook] Uncle Otis, holler at me!