K-Rino - Yall Can Have That lyrics

[Intro] Nah nah man, I'm good I'm good I'm good Nah man, I don't want none, man That's you, that's what y'all do, I'm straight I'mma be over here, man Watch [Hook] x2 All that flashing and that cappin', y'all can have that Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y'all can have that I ain't come to play around, just show me where the cash at I'm rehab, that's a murderer, don't make me have a flashback [Verse 1] I'm known for having more stamina than my challenger Y'all cats is outdated like the '97 calendar Told them people from the top, ain't no way that I'mma stop Haters find it hard to get through to me like my numbers blocked The way these swag boys act I ain't surprised at that Watch me k** a beat, double back and revive the track Why you mad at me, partner? I'm just describin' facts Best line I heard you say is "Would you like some fries with that?" I'm in your crib 'cus somebody but the hit out He kicked his own door down from the inside tryin' to get out Dead kittens laying everywhere who let that pet out? Rappers is dry heavin', no more blood left to spit out Y'all at the show, tryin' to dance, doin' flips At your photo shoot, wearin' skirts, hands on your hips I'mma beat you like your daddy swingin' fast with my belt You make dollar menu music, cheap and bad for your health [Hook] [Verse 2] If you wanna bump with me, I'mma send you back home Talkin' bout my clothes when you got middle school slacks on Practice hard before the fight, now it's time for war tonight Want his girlfriend in the battle, but took his mama she's more my type These fellas so soft, I don't even need my fist to fight 'em Your songs sound like you let your little sister write 'em Do what you got to do, and I'mma put a stop to you These boys is walkin' around suped up like they got the flu I don't care about the drank or the strippers or the weed up in your limo I'm a underground CEO with my own label I don't need to send no demo Drop a real short pa**age that be way above average All these silly rabbits rapping 'bout they drug habits And I heard your track was b**boo, that ain't new news Your single been on YouTube for 11 months, with only 22 views 10 from you, 7 from your lil' partner who mixed it And the other 5 from a few dudes who accidentally clicked it [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm spittin' on a daily basis, bro your style is tasteless I saw your pages you dot your eyes with smiley faces My words are symmetrically embedded with no edits And to my credit I can repeat what you say before you said it This industries pathetic, full of hateful games I want cash I ain't tryin' to wear your record label chain It'd be different if you paid us good and took us to the moon Gimme my bread I don't need you to send no hookers to my room You can keep your d** fam, I ain't judgin' I ain't hatin' I'm just sayin' once that high wear off them bills gon' still be waitin' First they told me dumb my lyrics down, do club music, you'll see hits How the hell I look doin' the "Grand Deception (Booty Remix)"? In the daytime you thuggin', chasin' profits and ends But every night, you hangin' out with your androgynous friends When they hear you rap they go "Eh, that's cool, yeah he okay" When they hear me rap they go "Ooh, hol' up, rewind, what'd he say?" So listen [Hook]