CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Chapel Hill Heists
They think in a game 7, you're not gonna get f**king eighteen points
They don't think you're gonna get eight rebounds
These guys don't know sh*t about me
What the f**k do they do?
Doesn't that make you wanna f**king kill them?
Doesn't that make you wanna say "F**k you for doubting me"?
Uh
I got thirty-eight Percs in my pocket, I need to stop it
Rocks in my socks, cops like, "This is not you in this wallet'
Molly rock, molly rock make a college hottie body rock
Gon' get the best top of her twenties tonight, man, yeah
Meet me at the house on Hickory road top
Just bounce if you try f**king me over, I got n***as watching the roads
Tape across the mouths of your tiny little soldiers
N***as think that's snow, no, that's coke built up
I built this sh*t brick by brick, floor built up
Man, 7.62 bullets are like middle fingers
B*t*h, I'm shooting Birds
These n***as know I'm King of the Hill
Dammit, Bobby, what's the word?
This b*t*h think I'm king of the pills
Runnin' plays like John Madden
Fake family, a station wagon goin' state to state
Here to Staten
Look at that sh*t, son, that's the Grand Canyon
I'm a damn bandit
Can't keep no companion
Some nights I breach mansions
Kick my feet up, really rap it
One time a n***a was home
I had to, MMMbop him like a damn Hanson
N***a, flip the switch
I'm in that b*t*h waitin' like Chris Hansen
Oh, arms crossed but look at this appointment
Like n***a, who mad son?
Crossed a lot like AND1 'til my mans with the van come
Do what you will with the fam'
'Cause we do not take no ransoms
My b*t*h thicker than yours
My guns bigger than yours
N***a, my goons bigger than yours
I talk better than you
I hustle better
I think of the dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better
My shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you
They don't think you're gonna get eight rebounds
These guys don't know sh*t about me
What the f**k do they do?
Doesn't that make you wanna f**king kill them?
Doesn't that make you wanna say "F**k you for doubting me"?
Uh
I got thirty-eight Percs in my pocket, I need to stop it
Rocks in my socks, cops like, "This is not you in this wallet'
Molly rock, molly rock make a college hottie body rock
Gon' get the best top of her twenties tonight, man, yeah
Meet me at the house on Hickory road top
Just bounce if you try f**king me over, I got n***as watching the roads
Tape across the mouths of your tiny little soldiers
N***as think that's snow, no, that's coke built up
I built this sh*t brick by brick, floor built up
Man, 7.62 bullets are like middle fingers
B*t*h, I'm shooting Birds
These n***as know I'm King of the Hill
Dammit, Bobby, what's the word?
This b*t*h think I'm king of the pills
Runnin' plays like John Madden
Fake family, a station wagon goin' state to state
Here to Staten
Look at that sh*t, son, that's the Grand Canyon
I'm a damn bandit
Can't keep no companion
Some nights I breach mansions
Kick my feet up, really rap it
One time a n***a was home
I had to, MMMbop him like a damn Hanson
N***a, flip the switch
I'm in that b*t*h waitin' like Chris Hansen
Oh, arms crossed but look at this appointment
Like n***a, who mad son?
Crossed a lot like AND1 'til my mans with the van come
Do what you will with the fam'
'Cause we do not take no ransoms
My b*t*h thicker than yours
My guns bigger than yours
N***a, my goons bigger than yours
I talk better than you
I hustle better
I think of the dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better
My shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you
