Ism - Late To Tha Booth lyrics

[Intro:] (Skrt skrt... Skrt skrt skrrrrrrrt) WillThaRapper n***a [Verse 1: WillThaRapper] Say look - I drop a deuce in my cup Hit the booth f**ed up (Woah woah) Hit the gas, dropped the top Now my roof f**ed up Switching lanes, spilled my lean Now my shoes f**ed up You take my n***as for a joke You got my dudes f**ed up (Squa-squa) Ole' b**h, wasn't sh** What she lose, lucks up (My bread) The plug called my phone, What it do? What's up? He say he trynna move a block Had to tell him what's what (n***a what?) I'm a rapper, not a trapper, all I do is bust guts (Bow) But I'll break a brick down if I'm a** out Why these rap n***as do nothing that they rap bout'? I don't even try to cut off their lil' rap route I just pull my mask down when they cash out (I need that) Since we ain't' rich, we talk our sh**, don't need a stash house I hit a lick, I don't buy kicks, I keep it trapped out They talking traps but never in em', what they track bout? They toting guns that's never used for what they're rapt' bout' I might pull my mac out Say "put your hands up" (Put your hands up) Catch him at the go-go let out Say "give your bands up" (Give the cash up) You a lil' b**h, type to snitch, give your mans up (He did it) Once you see a clip Piss and sh** and call your grandma (Ew) n***as talk on twitter, man them n***as got the game f**ed up WillThaRapper is a b**h? You got my name f**ed up I'm high as hell, trynna shoot, so my aim f**ed up Do-do Do do POW Hit his head, now his brain f**ed up Your favorite rapper is a b**h, he got his chain tucked up But he say he wanna k** me, I don't give a f** f** What that mean? That mean, I don't give two tough f**s I roll two stuffed crust and now I'm too f**ed up (Woah)