G-Lotto - Funny lyrics

[Intro] Huh? What the f** is so got damn Funny? Like I don't get it Y'all think this is a game man? Do it look like I'm playin' with you? Huh?? sh** bout to get real man Pay attention! [Hook] You thinking I am a joke But ain't sh** Funny You got them dolla dolla bills Gimme that money Look at these muthaf**as and I laugh HA HA! Catch you slippin' that's yo a** HA HA! [Verse 1] It's that G-L O T T O Get it right You keep actin' stupid I'm tryna be polite co*ks**er I'm two steps ahead of you Muthaf**a! Hold up you got me all f**ed up This ain't a joke Somebody get a lighter for me I don't even smoke But I'm stressed out Welcome to the terrordome AKA the guest house Why these n***as tryna act hard With they chest out I need a little bit of luck This is perfect timing Clipse are proud of me Cuz I kept on Grinding No games no gimmicks Imma push it to the limit It's like playin' with rookies This sh** feel like a scrimmage I'm bogus, magical Hocus, pocus Bought a camera and a telescope I'm focused Seem like every year I'm puttin' out cla**ics Don't trip these n***as Flip like gymnastics I ain't tryna brag But I know I am fantastic Hit you with the holy ghost Feel like I'm a pastor I'm on a quest To be ya new favorite rapper [Bridge] See I'm at the point now Where I feel like Ain't nobody fu*kIN' with me Real talk My confidence is at a all time high I'm sittin' in the muthaf**in kings chair With a robe and a crown on my head Holla at ya boy Now let me get back on my sh**! [Verse 2] Everybody fallin' off While I spring forward Hit Headquarters This where it's goin' down at Walk into ya crib put my feet up Yea I kick back The past is the past There's no way that Imma look back Rappin' is easy to me I got the best product I earned my stars and stripes I'm feelin' patriotic All I need is one shot for the top Goldeneye I earned my stars and stripes 4th Of July! [Hook] [Verse 3] Stop talkin' man do me a favor The only bars I wanna see Is the ones that I write on the paper Tryna take sh** that ain't mine But I'm not slick Now I'm walkin' out the front door With a pink slip The message was clear Like a text it was sent out I made a mistake Now it's time for me to get out Ain't sh** Funny to me I can't smile And my profile really Dosen't describe my lifestyle You live and you learn That is true I gotta be a lil smarter With the things I do Maybe work a lil harder Be a lil wiser Trade them dark boots For somethin' a lil lighter I'm Out [Hook]