Latrell James - General lyrics

[Verse 1] Check, anybody can see the kid got it I see n***as ignore it so I feel a way about it From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts Bagging a couple b**hes and f**ing them all at once Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts Thinking about rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught Kicked out of college for tongues, n***as be talking I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles with a 8th in my pre-rolls Call that sh** a tarantula Tarantino on your big screen ho Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo And my brothers is k**ers you might see on Nat Geo' You gotta chill cause n***as can get they cap peeled I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman They sent my n***a up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em And a million other black children Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin [Bridge] Alright I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something n***as talking crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny Pull up on ya, had the crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up [Verse 2] Looking for it in the night time I been looking for it all day Imma get it at the right time Watch em f** with me the long way Watch a n***a at the bike whip Hit the buyer with the stone face Greenbriar with the whole case Bust it down and flood the whole state b**hes know when that work good Anna Mae eat the whole cake We ain't even gotta role play Had to get it out the bowl way k** sh**, OJ, No way Jose, Slo-Mo, OK I don't do this sh** at your pace I ain't here to do it your way And I'm coming thru the ceiling, thru the floor, back and front door way You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave I been on my sh** since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade, wait Even before grades, going to my brother court dates And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me Then I figured he k**ed a n***a or got caught for some dope he selling Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a n***a See the boys, you better warn a n***a but JID prolly got warrants, n***a Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence n***a Swear your raps so boring, n***a Then you say you trap, you be lying n***a I don't f** with none of y'all happy trappers Better go out and strap, people dying n***a, Lord Sorry we making all the noise But you ain't have to call the boys Some sh** you just can't avoid Dumb sh**, coolin with the squad