[Lyric] Skinny Khakis/Bo Jackson (Tre'Von Jamal)

[Verse: Tre'Von Jamal]
Where is the cash at? Backpack
Skinny nigga, fat sack
Singer that can rap, many stick to him like rat traps
If I hear one more time that Bobby Ray want's his swag back, I'll blow up your house
I said I wasn't gonna rap but I'm back at it like struggling crack addicts
Admit it, this kid it badder than '86 Michael Jackson
Spectacular rep, I'm a tarantula gargantuan
Runty, but hotter than a Black Acura full of Africans
Skinny khaki pants, dirty Vans, empty soda cans
Dancin' with some friends in your granny's tan minivan
(I'm the man, yeah I said it) 'Yall thought I was playin'
I'm your momma's favorite singer and your sister's head banger
Umm, what's his name? Ion know
Hydro, tight clothes
White hoes like coke, and suck harder than lipo
I drive slow
Cause niggas be sippin' and whippin', I swear that liquor's a killer
I'd rather get with some niggers and get lifted off a zipper
Go figure
I'm goin' Bo Jackson on 'em, they say I'm takin' off like strippers
[Interlude]