Rap Sons

Lyrics

[Intro] (Bankroll Got It) (Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?) [Verse 1] Wavin' my middle finger, hoping everyone sees it I got a bitch tied up in the basement, I gotta go feed it (Help) I must be immune to ass 'cause it ain't burnin' when I'm peein' Put Actavis in the slab and later on, it started leanin' Switch the engine in that bitch, now I'm ridin' 'round with the demon Feeling like my name is Tom, 'cause at your mom's I'll be peekin' Got the clap from that slut, now my dick won't stop leakin' (Oh) Now I guess I'm your stepdaddy, you can come over for the weekend But if you fuck up, I'ma whoop you like you ain't mine And on top of that, your stupid ass is grounded And every night you gotta stay home to listеn to me pound it When I'm done, I walk into your room, likе, "What the fuck you gon' do about it?" Smack him up and spit on him, I laugh while he poutin' (Haha) You think your mom wants to sit on another dick? Bitch, I doubt it (Mm-hmm) So I ain't goin' nowhere, you better get used to all this clownin' Now I'm about to drop dick in your mom and cause a power outage [Chorus] Oh, I got a whole lot of bitches sayin' they pregnant with my kid I got to tell 'em every time, "That whack ass rapper ain't my son" I got a whole lot of bitches sayin' they pregnant with my kid I got to tell 'em every time, "That whack ass rapper ain't my son" [Verse 2] Yeah, I hop in and out of they life once or twice to play peekaboo Then I hide for a couple of years, probably three or two Goddamn, this baby ugly, but that's just between me and you I can't believe I fucked you, girl, you look like Beetlejuice This other bitch say, "I know he yours, he came out with boots on" I say, "Fuck that, he just a poser, I know that you wrong" I know that ain't my guy kid, bitch, 'cause I fucked you in the ass You can't pop up on me three years later, that's just the past I ain't your buddy, B, you nothin' to me, you like your mom, you ugly I remember fuckin' your mother underneath the ugly tree "Stepdaddy, OT, I want to dress up just like you" "There is no one on this Earth who likes you more than I like you" Okay, bro, suck it easy and take my dick out your mouth Ridin' dick without no license, you deserve the big house I take my Louis belt off and put it right on their buns Huh, I'm sick of my rap sons I take my Louis belt off and put it right on their buns Huh, I'm sick of my rap sons [Chorus] Oh, I got a whole lot of bitches sayin' they pregnant with my kid I got to tell 'em every time, "That whack ass rapper ain't my son" I got a whole lot of bitches sayin' they pregnant with my kid I got to tell 'em every time, "That whack ass rapper ain't my son"