Filthy Jazz - Uncle $keeter (FIlthy) lyrics

Hella bank (3x) [Verse 1] Damn I need this money I be hustling like I'm playing D And I'll mack your honey Give her dick and she be paying me Filthy Motherf**in' Jazz A lover not a fighter But my brother keep that cudder He gon f** around and fire I set fire to the budda I be blessed, elevated, high Rapping cause I'm good at it and I could get my paper right Skate, I skate, I skate a lot Take your bop, invade her twat Hit that sh** so hard she thought a n***a dick was made of rock My steez is so psychedelic, cyber epic, I'm a G Focused in my chi Sipping tea, laced with THC Pimping b**hes easily Lift her up like DMT Stick her, cream her, leave her and delete her number instantly [Hook] f** the fame, I need the cream f** a chain, I need to bang f** your b**h, I beat her brains Call me Uncle $keeter mane [Verse 2] Damn I want this paper dog Swear I be like vapor y'all Off into the skies I don't need a b**h, I shake her off Rap is underrated I don't f**ing spit, I prophesize We're all made of energy So live your life you'll never die Fell in love with codeine If I OD, then you know the drug I don't f** with police If I get jammed up, I'm throwing slugs Lost up in the system You been dreaming by your tv screen Money makes the world spin Rich white n***as made it stink Weed's illegal, take a drink I be on Mercedez sting Crash into a Mack Truck Mommy couldn't say a thing Oh sh** I'm living my legacy, smoking on heavenly, giving her ecstasy Dick in her chest to see if it will pleasure me Oh my god, I'm so young [Hook] f** the fame, I need the cream f** a chain, I need to bang f** your b**h, I beat her brains Call me Uncle $keeter mane