Hot Dogs

You the type to do something to rap about it
I’m the type to do nothing and laugh about it
Cult reppin', Brick Pelly clique kid ask about it
All I do is sag and that’s about it
And if you wanna know the names Jevay, it starts with a J
I meant what I said about Asics trainers back in the day
I didn’t ask to be this handsome but hey
They should build a splab in my name and pass it this way, yey
Standing at the buffet, type to trip your bitch as she tries to catch the
bouquet
Yeah your rhymes were the shit, for a laugh with my mates, it saddens to say
Still better than a slap in the face, ey yo
I never owned a pair of Rockports, put my perfections on show cause I ain’t got
flaws
If it involves whores, blunts and rum then I’m board
Spare me the God talk Vicor, I gave your misses what for
I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
So I, put me whole hand in your ear hole and squeeze your brain dry
Me and whoever the best is are the same guy
I do it like only a thug could, I don’t look good for me age, I just look good
Your ride or dies wheels are clamped, speeding past sounding like a broken
Peavey amp
Now I’m in Cashies with a Genies lamp cause I blew me wishes on beak and dank,
with Peter and Frank
What ya saying? Silence when you speak to the champ
Blast a Mercedes, cruising down the street in a tank
I’m laughing and I haven’t even been to the bank
Hip-Hops alive and you’ve got Leezus to thank
For rebuilding it from a pile of bones
Broken side alone, existential crisis loans
Holy kettle water in me hot toddy
Neanderthal brain with a God body
I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up