Jae Haze - Cash Me Outside Lyrics

Ahhh
Real rap nigga
I'm bout to raise the bar and reset the standards
Go back to teaching true respect and manners
Who let you niggas in
I need some answers
Bunch of ugg wearing and shoulder dancers
Bunch of card crackers and credit scammers
Let me run it back
That's a Barry sanders
Who the fuck let you in
I still need answers
Man I'm really about as sick as cancer
And you bout as goofy as Ned Flanders
Yeah this the big one like Fred Sanford
Droppin' bombs like master funk
They keep tellin' me I don't flex enough
Like I don't work on my biceps enough
Raisin' they blood pressures up
The pressures on now and I'm stepping up
Even fab had to tell em' how to level up
But y'all don't really y'all don't really
Y'all don't really hear me though
Half of ya asses numb
So y'all don't really feel me though
Brainwashed junkies I call em rejects
Ya tape garbage I'm pressin' eject
Skinny black shred it to pieces
Flush it with the rest of the feces
Let us put in closed caption
Ya tires bald you ain't got no traction
Meaning you wack and ain't got no action
Far as sense you gotta low fashion
Far as cents go you so cashless
Where ya soul you ain't got no passion
You slow dragging like you fire
You ain't no dragon or no savage
Since 21 it's been closed caskets
I'm so classic
Real nigga boa you so plastic
Pinocchio watch where ya poke ya nose
For ya body be stiff and froze
Coroner tag his toe
This the realest shit I done wrote
On my momma joe they don't want the smoke
One puff and I bet they lungs explode
I advise you niggas to tighten up
All them mumbled verses be light as fuck
All that shit you wearing be tight as fuck
This heavyweight shit I don't lighten up
Imma keep standing on they necks
Til' this real shit back in effect
Now cash me outside how bout that, nigga

Ahhh
Real rap nigga
I'm bout to raise the bar and reset the standards
Go back to teaching true respect and manners
Who let you niggas in
I need some answers
Bunch of ugg wearing and shoulder dancers
Bunch of card crackers and credit scammers
Let me run it back
That's a Barry sanders
Who the fuck let you in
I still need answers
Man I'm really about as sick as cancer
And you bout as goofy as Ned Flanders
Yeah this the big one like Fred Sanford
Droppin' bombs like master funk
They keep tellin' me I don't flex enough
Like I don't work on my biceps enough
Raisin' they blood pressures up
The pressures on now and I'm stepping up
Even fab had to tell em' how to level up
But y'all don't really y'all don't really
Y'all don't really hear me though
Half of ya asses numb
So y'all don't really feel me though
Brainwashed junkies I call em rejects
Ya tape garbage I'm pressin' eject
Skinny black shred it to pieces
Flush it with the rest of the feces
Let us put in closed caption
Ya tires bald you ain't got no traction
Meaning you wack and ain't got no action
Far as sense you gotta low fashion
Far as cents go you so cashless
Where ya soul you ain't got no passion
You slow dragging like you fire
You ain't no dragon or no savage
Since 21 it's been closed caskets
I'm so classic
Real nigga boa you so plastic
Pinocchio watch where ya poke ya nose
For ya body be stiff and froze
Coroner tag his toe
This the realest shit I done wrote
On my momma joe they don't want the smoke
One puff and I bet they lungs explode
I advise you niggas to tighten up
All them mumbled verses be light as fuck
All that shit you wearing be tight as fuck
This heavyweight shit I don't lighten up
Imma keep standing on they necks
Til' this real shit back in effect
Now cash me outside how bout that, nigga