J.R Writer Feat. Slim Thug This Shit Is Funny Lyrics

Puzzling the haters
I ran up in the game straight muscling this paper
Used to hustle with the bakers
Now juggling some acres
Hop out, air max, bubble on the gators, huh
I keep an aim weapon
Is you insane bredrin
To take a ride in my V, you need some plane lessons
I'm in that '06, s___tin boots, gettin goo
You aint been a place my navigation could'nt get me to
I am pass great, if you ever aggrevate
You'll be in the back with the rats
Wrapped up in masking tape
Wrist wrapped with flakes
Excuse me boy, twenty-thou' at the jewlery store
That's what I call some karat cake

Hook:(JR) [Slim Thug]
We stackin [paper]
These cats are [major]
You cats are haters we spend it, you stash for [later]
We gettin money [money]
You n____s hungry [broke]
Stick with your hunny
Look dunny this s___ is funny (haha)

We stackin [paper]
These cats are [major]
You cats are haters we spend it, you stash for [later]
We gettin money [money]
You n____s hungry [broke]
Stick with your hunny
Look dunny this s___ is funny (haha)

Verse 2: (Slim Thug)
Slim Thugga
I hit the strip in a blue whip wide as a ship
Lane changing looking around at all the hanging lips
It came equip, you know the road, suicide doors
Mink floors, I just had to add them 24's (I'm done)
And now I'm looking clean
Laws looking mean
Like they dont like to see a young black crook with green
I shook the scene, had to hit my jewler image
Dropped off a Bently bright and told him ice it to the limit
And don't care what it cost, it ain't s___ to a boss
I entertain man, this s___ a tax-write off
H-Town to Harlem, they holla Slim the man
On 145'th with JR, Jim and Cam
Chop until I drop, buying up the block
The Bape's store in Soho is my next stop
Then I'mma f___ with Puff, or go f___ with Russ
It's Dipset and Boss Hog
Yall can't f___ with us