White Hat Lyrics - Singles - 4020 Boyz

Will on That Lean 

Ick on that Green 

this rap game so simple so sweet like 16 

spit shit like hot sauce 

big beard no rick ross 

ick smoke like exhaust 

no air so get lost 

okay im the best 

Im killing these niggas 

nothing less 

Iced out watch im so impressed 

I spit so sick now im strep 

9 piece 8 ball 

Im fly takeoff 

yp bob ross 

100 grand mob boss 

okay im flyer then you im stuck in the sky im something like a airplane 

okay spit sicker then you threw up on this track aint that a damn shame 

okay i got a show spit that shit i call it blow you think im the shit 

so bitch say something I dont see you so boy say nothing 

Im cooking man no dance shit (no) 

Microwave (Microwave) watch it blow quick 

Quarter Keys Elbows 

Im a show you how to stack stack from the floor 

whip game drop back 

Serving niggas stupid like a thundercat 

swerving on these niggas like a thundercat 

doctor suess no special im talking my White Hat 

Going in Going In 

Not a option 

Cooking work Cooking work thats my profit 

skipping cookies skipping cookies hell naw 

money is the mission I thought I told ya 

whip game whip game drop back 

thats the basics in the kitchen while you cooking crack 

ask Ray charles he could smell that 

Money off the top you can by that 

my shit crid my shit cost 

my shit ace my shit ross 

mys shit columbus causy I rep my city 

If you say you a boss well come and fuck with me 

Im cooking man no dance shit (no) 

Microwave (Microwave) watch it blow quick 

Quarter Keys Elbows 

Im a show you how to stack stack from the floor 

whip game drop back 

Serving niggas stupid like a thundercat 

swerving on these niggas like a thundercat 

doctor suess no special im talking my White Hat 

Im a pastry chief, all I bake is pies 

Leave they mouths numb, and they eyes wide 

I turnem into zombies, no resident evil 

And they keep my pockets full of green dead people 

Just got in some Snooki fresh from the Jersey Shore 

Dont use a lot of soda, like to keep it pure 

Fist pump it hard, watch it jump back 

Let the fiends get a taste and they running back 

Quarter key in the pot, cooking on the stove 

Chop a pack in half, we call it diet coke 

Every time I sell out I make a hundred grand 

Keep it underneath the sink behind the pots and pans 

Im cooking man no dance shit (no) 

Microwave (Microwave) watch it blow quick 

Quarter Keys Elbows 

Im a show you how to stack stack from the floor 

whip game drop back 

Serving niggas stupid like a thundercat 

swerving on these niggas like a thundercat 

doctor suess no special im talking my White Hat