That White Boy - Adam Calhoun

I grew up listenin' to «Ante Up»

You grew up listenin' to little orphan Annie

I’ve been poppin' Kolonopin’s xannie’s

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 than 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 on your mouth, you can get shot

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

The size of that thing on Flavor 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 mack back, bang bang time

Back again, banana clips rattlin', rappers scared of battlin'

Matter fact most the rappers taddlin'

Bitch what, you got 69 tatted on your forehead

What’s that, how many dicks you’ve 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 ever fight hard, you softer than 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 mine, 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 mack back, bang bang time