Heath McNease - Abe Froman lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I got a guns I got a gun in my left pocket Goes like this, yeah [Verse 1: Heath McNease] (Clears throat) Lock, stock, smokin' barrels I got a Glock co*ked, trumps two broken arrows She musta got got much too close to arrows Because she wanna French Open like Roland Garros I'm on my Pete Sampras, Rafa Nadal She on that peak stamina Lauren Bacall I tried to tweet at her, she already called Promise I'mma speak at her when all this resolved You on that Buffalo-Wild-Wing-Hooters type I'm on that subservient-librarian-cuter type Marian, Music Man Harold Hill Carrying a suitcase full of double barrels call me Errol Flynn Tell me where and when Selling me I swear I'm in Let's keep it simple, y'all were sisters, but you barely twins Im-pr-ess I tried to im-pr-ess your parents' friends The ones with incandescent chandeliers or Ferris wheels It's game over, I'm flame throwin' I do the sausage king, Abe Froman Too many glazed donuts livin' up in Dagobah It break your spirit just to gaze up in his face, don't it? [Hook] My hands up My hands up They want me with my hands up It's that shooter, shooter, shooter My hands up My hands up They want me with my hands up It's that shooter [Verse 2: both] [Heath McNease] (Yeah, let's finish it like this, yeah) So many doubt cause I come from the south But when I open up my mouth (what happens?) Bullets come out (K-O!) Die homie die, hope you bleed a quart (yeah!) I'll let you see the Schwartz, if you pay the fee, of course [Isaac Knox] Man, if I bleed a court I mean the Florida [?] Cause that arena door's the kingdom for this conquistador Get the MVP award, I'm the one they screaming for 'til what they speak is more freaking hoarse than a speeding Porsche Horse power? Or our game of H.O.R.S.E. that takes four hours Our form showers rains and pours When we score now, outdoors actual storm clouds form 'til one of us [?] from the line, be more [?] but I can work with frees, so can Shuttlesworth McNease And got love for this game like a dame, it's Larry birds and bees But after Shaq O'Neal, T-Mac and Grant [old?] Hill, (who?) The magic's been missing here in Orlando still You got problems with your jumper? We feel bad for you son I got 98 problems but can actually dunk You got Isaac Knox down by 3 Isaac Knox down to three Shooting guard in the garden be regarding how you guarding me [Hook] [Outro] All these chickens and All these chickens and, ain't no women around All these chickens and All these chickens and, ain't no women around Walked inside the door, tell me what did I see? Sixteen Asian girls, steady fightin' for me Is this just a dream or is it just that I'm blessed? Oh, shooter