Artist: Rittz f/ KXNG Crooked, Royce Da 5'9", Yelawolf Album: LAF (Remix) {S} Song: LAF (Remix) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] Look at them boots, huh? The fuck am I, Elvis? (Uh-huh) You think I dropped two racks on a pair of crocodile tails just to let 'em sit up on the shelf bitch? "Yela done lost his mind Dropped 70 grand up on a Chevrolet" A bug got into my throat, I had to cough it up The dealership hit me with the pepper spray Money money money 20, 30, 40, 50 and another hunnid If I don't get rid of this ridiculous amount of dividends I'll probably end up with a knot up in my stomach If I don't feel well then I don't get mail If I don't get mail then I can't steer well If I can't steer well I'ma run over these motherfuckers like a gorilla up in a titanium tank drinkin on clear, well What do you expect? I ain't never seen a hundred thousand dollar check Even Walmart had to restock Fuckin with me up in the electronic department What do you mean you can't sell all six flat screens? What am I supposed to put in my garage? A fuckin projecter? How do you expect me to take a piss and not miss Sons of Anar- -chy, what a dream, what a dream What is this? What is that? What is up with the bling? What a scene Buy the couch, buy the lamp, buy the room, buy the sink Buy the whole damn thing, bada-boom bada-bing House lookin like the Bass Pro Shop Buffalo heads, bears, bucks and dead ducks Fuck changin up, kill it, stuff it and hang it up You don't like it then you lame as fuck Come on in, want a beer? Oh yeah, "Next to Nothing" motherfucker Slumerican SHIT! [Chorus: Rittz] These motherfuckers make me laugh They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck Look at how they dress They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck Listen how they rap They L-A-F, they Lame As Fuck Tryin to say they fresh, tryin to say they tough You ain't ever been about it, you just make shit up [Yelawolf] Hey Rittz, what's up? [Rittz] Some people never really cease to amaze me These days it's like no one can take a hint I make a song called "Lame As Fuck" and all these rappers actin like it don't pertain to them If I was to name these lame motherfuckers it would take me ten minutes to give 'em attention so I'll be vague and vent (I'm talkin 'bout you) But if you feel like I'm referrin to you then you're the reason my patience is paper thin First off, if you know me as Rittz, I think you're real lame if you see me and you try to call me by my real name (Jonny!) Just because you read my Wikipedia don't even say to people that we kicked it when we never did hang Same type of motherfucker will beg for your number and wonder why you ignore 'em like twenty times on the road Cause I'm busy and this is why I hesitated givin it to you homie You need to go get a life of your own "How do I know if I'm lame?" Let me ask you this Are you always commentin online like you're an expert on everything? When someone's sick do you try to chime in and tell 'em what medicine they should buy? Do you write your life story on Facebook when no one gives a damn? Instagram full of family pics Your shitty car got a pair of rims on it You ever done a Ice Bucket Challenge? Then the answer's yes Do you ask random people 'bout a tat just so you can show 'em yours when nobody give a shit? Lookin lame, takin pictures with a Pit Say you love it, make it mean, then you give the dog away, I hope you end up gettin bit Bitches actin like they model for a livin when they strip I'm confused on how to say it, are they "memes" or they "mems"? I'm just sick of seein dorky shit written on a picture For a minute it was cool but now I'm wishin it would end Hell naw, I feel the word THOT is twat It's difficult, it doesn't roll off my tongue You prolly used the word fleek the same week you heard it you geek Nerdy pussy, nobody showin you love You lame as fuck you ain't rollin with Slum You lame as fuck yellin WorldStar holdin your phone (WorldStar!) You think you dope but you dumb, you wanna rap to me I'm hopin you gone You think you flow, that mean you totally dumb Cause you lame as FUCK! [Royce Da 5'9"] All I see around here is boring flows and Roleys E-beef warning tweets, these bitches totally takin THOT'in to a whole 'nother level (What's yo' name?) Like they was born for hoein And then she gotta turn around and expose the nigga she was just chillin with the night befo' without a warnin so she can get accepted socially, so you gotta know Was she colder than ice? She rollin the dice Or block her on the neck like you born to goalie Uhh, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid That's the new corn emoji (get money!) "Who want it? Who want it?" That's a new rhetorical question nobody seem to have the answers to The only question niggaz seem to have the answer to is "Who done it? Who done it?" Snitchin is the new equivalent to cancer foo' Stop workin and gettin your pay and givin it to dancers knowin your children need Pampers foo' You niggaz nowadays, will probably wait in line +All Day+ just to get advanced a shoe cause they was made by Kanye, you put 'em on, get a glance or two Then you go home and your daughter say, "How Sway? But you ain't got the answers" foo' The shit is too pathetic Cause you too busy tryna keep up with the nigga who be tryna keep up with the nigga who be chasin all of these bitches with all the artificial body parts lookin too synthetic Look, if Yelawolf tell a nigga that he want you deaded, you be deaded quick as I can finish blowin the Romeo Julieta After I finish sendin a nigga at you who be throwin Tony Romos out of a Ruger ready to risk, it all for me, get off of me Y'all funny, this is the remix, Rittz talk to me [Chorus] [Rittz] You lame as fuck~! [KXNG Crooked] ... Oh word? Y'all ain't think that I was comin in this bitch? Bet you think I'm talkin 'bout makin an entrance Talkin 'bout makin an entrance into a lame nigga's missus Listen to that sentence I said cummin in this bitch Rubbin on her clit, suckin on her tits Cummin on her lips, why am I humpin on this chick? Cause he dumber than a brick Talkin about the Illuminati like "Doesn't it exist? And didn't Eminem become a puppet for the government in this country once he start comin with them hits?" I ain't fuckin with 'em Rittz (nah) These dudes been dropped on they head Swimmin in they daddy balls He should've opt for some head (yeah) Yo' momma should've swallowed you instead Missed y'all not at all, uhh, wait What about these motherfuckers actin like they trappin but ain't never flipped a quarter Rappers never traffickin across the Tijuana border You the sorta nigga wearin a recorder Talkin for the court reporter, rollin over so your time is shorter But you know your crew is doin more than just a quarter Now they makin orders in them Jordans you be sportin in protective custody but luckily I can't afford to fuck with suckas, I ignore them motherfuckers, Crooked's sorta like a hoarder with the pistols (you lame!) "Crooked he's gone What is he on? Is it a weed bong? He got three blondes with no jeans on playin ping-pong with his ding-dong while he sing songs" Like I'm Cheech and Chong, bitch I'm King Kong Just a +Nigga With a Attitude+ like I'm Ice Cube reborn Mixed with some Bill Cosby bitch! Wrong nigga to sleep on Rittz [Chorus] [Rittz] You lame as fuck~!