[Intro]

Oh, I got a Whole Lotta Errthang

Man my name Odzo, fuck y'all talkin' 'bout?

Whole Lotta Errthang man (Yeah)

We ball and shoot niggas left and right like James Harden

Glock, you heard that name, you know I'm poppin' nigga

First I lost Lil' Lump, then I lost Melvo

First I lost Lil' Lump, then I lost Melvo

Whole Lotta Errthang

[Verse 1]

Ayy, bitch, we stove top hot, don't get stone cold dropped

I ain't talking about a soda, but my young boy pop

You can call me James Harden the way I shoot with this rocket

Yeah, you say he fresh to death? Well, how he look in that coffin? (RIP)

I'ma catch him then off him, wet his ass like a dolphin

Randy Moss with that chopper, I'ma catch me a body

She say I'm on that bullshit 'cause I be pimpin' like Scotty (Yeah)

I ain't wifin' no thotties, nigga you so retarded (Bitch)

Got a Whole Lotta Errthang, that's why these niggas hatin' (That's why they hating)

They smilin' in my face, but I really know they wanna take me (Why?)

I'm paper chasing, yeah, I'm racing getting to the Franklin (Go get it)

I gotta give a shoutout to God, yeah he know I take it (Swear to God)

But if I catch an opp it's only right if I bust him (I swear to God)

Break down this gar' and that kush it be so stanky (That gas)

For that bullshit, baby I ain't got no patience (No, no no, no)

Why these niggas playin'? (Why?), I'm trynna get these bands (Trap, trap, trap)

[Bridge]

Man, whole lotta P shit on his head, man

You take the L out a play and get paid

You take the Harlem freak bitch man, you get a fee man

If I get paid, we get paid, Google gonna make the ho sway, man

If a bitch don't get right a bitch gon' get left

And guess what I'ma put a ho in some head, man

And stop a couple whines and make her do a double dip

[Verse 2]

This shit ain't swisher sweet, my bankroll on fleek (Oh yeah)

Chillin' on some king shit, tell them niggas crown me (Oh yeah)

No suckers around me (Oh no), they hate tryna down me

But I'm still standin' tall, ten toes down on two feet

Smokin' on OG (That gas), in the hood with OG

James Harden with the rocket, get cooked like some ground beef (Brr, bop, bop)

Man these niggas say they shooters, well, they gotta show me

Pillow talkin' to the bitch, yeah, that ho done told me (Bitch)

[Outro]

I don't what the fuck wrong with these niggas man (I don't know, I don't know)

I just know I got a Whole Lotta Errthang (That's all I know, that's all I know)

Yeah, yeah

Rest in Peace Lil' Lump, Melvo too

Free 104Go, nigga

Yeah

Get cool like James Harden or some shit nigga

We run it back down the street, after we done shot your ass nigga (Shot your ass)