Latin Hustle - Devil In a Hundreds Shirt lyrics

I speak hard like I got a finger on the Caps Lock And another finger on the trigger, let the caps pop Double E's like I'm cumming, I let the raps drop You other rappers are straight f*ggets, Camp Rock I cannot be tamed, mic in hand and I can't stop Old School, New School, Horrorcore but I lack pop I'm the hippest around, Hip Hop, and I max hop Money all around me, I won't let the stacks drop In fact, nah, Latin Hustle lets the gats talk Your boy Young motherf**ing Hokus bout to blast off I got that money, I got that power, electric cheese I swear I'll never let my rap game or my raps freeze Your b**h's tits are saggier than Lil' Wayne's pants I be listening to "French!" but I ain't from France I swear ima blast you salami slapping a** b**hes I swear ima f** you salami licking a** b**hes You other rappers talk depressingly like a b**h that Talks about her problems like I actually give a crap As matter of fact, I would actually give that b**h a crab If she only made her story just a little more interesting Add an extra extraterrestrial or a professing depressed king I ain't even give a f** no more, f** the world About to pull an Ace, but I'm about to f** this girl Leave her in a twist, leave her in a f**ing twirl Leave her lonely on the street, without a pearl Next to a "stuck in the 80's" f*ggot with a Jheri Curl I need more like I'm dedicating "Marvin's Room" to my exes And dedicating "Show Me a Good Time" to my next b**h Ignorance is bliss, and I am the sh** Can memorize a dictionary within a minute If you try to diss, I will turn you into sh** Can k** kilos of green within a minute I'm in it, and damn, I still ain't finished I eat up you sweet hoes like your a** is a danish And I go through you blunt girls like a pothead And I've fought for girls I barely even started To like, f**ed up f*ggots I barely even knew at all I ain't Drake but tonight, ima do it all I ain't scared of no f**ing crew at all Ima f** up this, take it over before I fall I gotta do it fast too, no time to stall I f**ing hate basketball, but I surely ball Shirley Temple a** b**hes all over my balls You n***as hating on me like ima dropped call But see, the thing is that ima never drop the ball These short p**y b**h a** rappers got me tall I got all this money, my destination is the mall After that, ima have to make a call To the homie down at Maintain, then we tag on the walls I won't do sh** for love, so f** Jamal Young Hokus till I drop dead or instead Till the feds, find out ive been abusing meds Damn, how the f** did I end up right here?! Looking at myself in a bright mirror And I dont really know what the f** to do Neither to say, neither where to move