Uncle Otis

[Intro]

This shit for my Uncle Otis

[Verse 1]

Uh, here's a dome shot to this nigga named Otis

Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest

Niggas be chasing they 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

[Hook]

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")

[Verse 2]

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 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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Hook]

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

[Outro]

Nah, I ain't think so

Uncle Otis, holler at me!