"Rugrat World Freestyle" lyrics
Uh-huh, mm-mm
Duh, duh, duh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Let's-a go)
Red and green pills just like Mario, Luigi
Fucked a bitch dry, think I hit her with a squeegee
Only one time, boy, that ho too needy
She rub on my belly like a motherfuckin' genie
She don't want love, she want Chrome Heart bikini
Bottom of the barrel, Mr. Krabs, I got greedy
Money, money, money, that's the only thing I'm seein'
Think lil' mama Puerto Rican, I'm so high, I look Korean
Haha, uh-huh, uh-huh
Shouldn't even be speedin', I been ridin' with a P in here
Hotbox the Bim', can't even see, it's too much weed in here
On the mall, I was eatin' there, you gettin' beat in there
Mm-mm, haha, uh-huh
On the mall, I was eatin' there, you was gettin' beat in there
Shouldn't even be speedin', I been ridin' with a P in here
Hotbox the Bim', can't even see, it's too much weed in here
It's a dick up on the Glock, 'bout to pee in here
Jit a ghoul, he ain't really 'posed to be in here
It's six-oh, they ain't score, it ain't seemin' fair
Shit got dark, somethin' like I couldn't read in there
Where the flash at?
They flexin' with a BB gun, where the mag at?
I told her bend back, she got a bad body
His brother died, 'til this day, he still sad 'bout it
Do somethin' if you mad 'bout it
In Saks Fifth with a four-five tag poppin'
Suit cost me five racks, yeah, I'm that proper
All money ain't good, I got bad dollars
They say the money make good problems
Ran it up and still can be in my hood proudly
Throw my L's up, bitch, you better not drop 'em
Call me El Chapo, I got my hood poppin'
Brought a O to the ville, call me [?]
You would think I'm investin', I bring the stock up
Brodie just got twisted, then he went got locked up
A white boy need a favor, that boy say I'm fucked up
Prayin' out to God I don't go federally
Two sticks and a P ridin' in a Masi
So if they pull me, you know I ain't stoppin'
This bitch playin' with my AR while she givin' noggin
The Knicks won, forget about it
Better bet up on yourself, you got bigger problems
Might cry a lil' bit, but I don't sit about it
If it ain't about- yeah, don't give a shit about it
(Give a fuck about no shit if it ain't money, bitch)
Pfft
(Better shut the fuck up, all that yappin')
Haha
Duh, duh, duh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Let's-a go)
Red and green pills just like Mario, Luigi
Fucked a bitch dry, think I hit her with a squeegee
Only one time, boy, that ho too needy
She rub on my belly like a motherfuckin' genie
She don't want love, she want Chrome Heart bikini
Bottom of the barrel, Mr. Krabs, I got greedy
Money, money, money, that's the only thing I'm seein'
Think lil' mama Puerto Rican, I'm so high, I look Korean
Haha, uh-huh, uh-huh
Shouldn't even be speedin', I been ridin' with a P in here
Hotbox the Bim', can't even see, it's too much weed in here
On the mall, I was eatin' there, you gettin' beat in there
Mm-mm, haha, uh-huh
On the mall, I was eatin' there, you was gettin' beat in there
Shouldn't even be speedin', I been ridin' with a P in here
Hotbox the Bim', can't even see, it's too much weed in here
It's a dick up on the Glock, 'bout to pee in here
Jit a ghoul, he ain't really 'posed to be in here
It's six-oh, they ain't score, it ain't seemin' fair
Shit got dark, somethin' like I couldn't read in there
Where the flash at?
They flexin' with a BB gun, where the mag at?
I told her bend back, she got a bad body
His brother died, 'til this day, he still sad 'bout it
Do somethin' if you mad 'bout it
In Saks Fifth with a four-five tag poppin'
Suit cost me five racks, yeah, I'm that proper
All money ain't good, I got bad dollars
They say the money make good problems
Ran it up and still can be in my hood proudly
Throw my L's up, bitch, you better not drop 'em
Call me El Chapo, I got my hood poppin'
Brought a O to the ville, call me [?]
You would think I'm investin', I bring the stock up
Brodie just got twisted, then he went got locked up
A white boy need a favor, that boy say I'm fucked up
Prayin' out to God I don't go federally
Two sticks and a P ridin' in a Masi
So if they pull me, you know I ain't stoppin'
This bitch playin' with my AR while she givin' noggin
The Knicks won, forget about it
Better bet up on yourself, you got bigger problems
Might cry a lil' bit, but I don't sit about it
If it ain't about- yeah, don't give a shit about it
(Give a fuck about no shit if it ain't money, bitch)
Pfft
(Better shut the fuck up, all that yappin')
Haha
