Point guard of 1500 or Nothin' - Uncle Otis lyrics

[Verse 1] Here's a dome shot to this n***a named Otis n***as think they the coldest but n***a you just the oldest n***as be chasing their youth, but it's gone Yo, 'Ye, this n***a didn't even want to put you on He turned around, put on Sean But forgot to tell him Beni Han-han, don't sell no f**in' wontons I don't wear Sean John, but I f** with that Cîroc sh** 2Pac back, well Hit 'Em Up with some Pac sh** "Who run the world?" Jayceon Yeah, with Kelly Rowland, come and be my motivation If you invented swag, then I invented gangsta Got one in the chamber; the throne is now in danger And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada I'm Charles Louboutin, you n***as ain't saying nada Lil white b**h, better stay in your place You call me a n***a, I'mma put the K in your face, this a stick up b**h [Hook] So put your hands up in the air! I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it, I do it, boy [Verse 2] Call Khaled tell em "f** it I'm on one.." I created Tyler the Creator Here go, courtside seats: you are now watching the greatest Shades blocking the haters, stays rocking the latest The show goes 'til I start aiming the lasers And Lupe will souffle, half you muther f**ers It's the Drew League, I don't wanna speak about The Rucker Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and Already got her up in the Porsche tryna teach you how to love Marc Antony too short, look how that n***a look Man, I'm "6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot.." Crooks and castles, all my n***as crooks with castles Red Nation graduation: yeah crooks with ta**les It's a party, it's a party it's a party Sitting up in Marvin's Room, blowing that Marley [Hook] [Verse 3] I got the money up in the rubberband Run up on me, try to take it from me I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky But I give you 9 shots, you can call it 50 Dre got that super ba**, I just call it Nicki Working on that Detox, blowing on that sticky Can I hit it in the morning? Bet it be a quickie Gotta hustle hard Ace, Tunechi and Ricky Waves Frank Ocean? You could see my odd future You gonna need more than Novacane after I shoot you Yesterday I went to Coachella, not to see Jigga I went to see Wiz, but there's Amber: perfect I took a seat on the red futon Hit it with that Wiz sh** on - whatever So put that p**y on my face And let me taste a little taste I'mma eat it up like it's my last I'mma do it different, she ain't getting no cash You know why? I'm not a star Somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car, that ain't a lie [Hook] Uncle Otis, holler at me!