[Verse 1]
I grew up listenin' to "Ante Up"
You grew up listenin' to little orphan Annie
I've been poppin' Kolonopin's Xannie's
Instagram models, no panties
Obviously you don't understand me
My bank account is so much different so I speak a different language
Money counters on the table, I don't even know what day it is
Chain on my neck more heavy than a newborn baby is
You ain't hard motherfucker, you softer than baby shit
I can do 'em both, country rap or hip hop
You just do the most, run your mouth, you can get shot
You just made a mess I put a hole in your chest
The size of that thing on Flavor Flav's neck, big clock

[Chorus]
Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?
Hang time, it's game time, yeah
Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?
Rack the Mac back, ayy, bang bang time

[Verse 2]
Back again, banana clips rattlin', rappers scared of battlin'
Matter fact most these rappers taddlin'
Bitch what? You got 69 tatted on your forehead
What's that, how many dicks you've sucked?
Got a bad bitch in the kitchen, get her bake on
She better cook me bacon, she the chef, call her Raekwon
How many dipshits missed that bar?
Go walk in traffic, I hope you hit that car
All these Billboard plaques 'cause I hit that hard
You just old and pissed off you can't get that far
I just hit you with a light bar, you shoulda got a lot more
You ain't never fight hard, you softer than a sock drawer
Lock the door, call the doctor, I got a lot more
You about to meet my dog he got a lockjaw
This is game time and I bring mine, hang on
Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?
[Chorus]
Who the who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?
Hang time, it's game time, yeah
Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?
Rack the Mac back, ayy, bang bang time