RAT (feat. Beej Perri, Deec & Revis Court)
Wide open
Yeah
Woo
Leave that bitch wide open
Yeah
Woo
Wide open
Yeah
Woo
Tear that bitch wide open
Yeah
Woo
Okay
Alright
Alright
Ayy
Trick or treat with your mama
Treat her good so no drama
I got the jeopardy on her
She ain't got no shame, she Fiona
Put baby back in the corner
Fuck around and win bingo
Knock the dust off the grand ole pussy
Lick down
Play the grand ole piano for the city
Goddamn where the wings at
Bunt that shit with the wing-bat
Got a blunt
Where the weed at
Bought a chunk
Pull your cheeks out at the Waffle House
That's that all-star special for your house, pretty kitty cat
Pajama party with bloody Carrie and Christy Mack
She grabbed her nani
Said only Donnie can grab it back
It's okay that you peaked in high school
I'm still cool I'ma type up a haiku
I'm feeling good
I'ma hightail to Poconos
It's high noon and my flight's soon
Eating couscous
Bought some new shoes
Itty bitty overdose
Sleep it off
She loves Zeez, cook it up
And the keys in the truck
Goddamn
She left me for Canada
I'm happy, I'm not bummed
With a bang and a drum
She got caught with the coke up her bum
That's some karma for cargo
Ended up in Fargo
We tearin' it up, we be scarin' the regs
Not giving a fuck she be poppin' some X
Fell in the lobby
We head to the bed
The room is wide open
I leave it wide open
I leave her wide open again
Woo
The room is wide open
I leave her wide open
I tear her wide open again
Sheesh
I come through, I sip and I swerve
I hit that one chick on purpose
Her best friend think I am a perv
But lil bae think I am just perfect
Pull up
Get it
Started
Lit
Arson
Full
Charging
I put the key in the game
I beat that bitch got her going going
Got both my feet in the game
Got CBD's and I'm po'in po'in
Need COD's and she know it know it
She blow it blow it blow it up
I take the cash and run it up
I grab a leaf and roll it up
Now that gas is burning up
I'm looming
I gotta keep it going up
I'm Goonin' if it ain't no room here to move
I'm wolfing I gotta go howl at the moon
So soon we sit back and laugh at you fools
I'm bool
She standing naked bookin bicken
Let the heavens be the witness
I break her down and give her business
They blew the lead, aw yeah
How does my dick taste
Smoking on Bs, aw yeah
Pockets on big face
I, do not do mixtapes
She shallow cum getting shit faced
We drunk in love baby ixnay
We just gon' kick it like sensei
Beej got a foreign
We ride around
I run the ends on my side of town
Them tires go skirt
We slide around
We don't do no talking
No, not a sound
Shenanigan blunts got you panicking
You won't challenge shit but a mannequin
That lame shit I'm not understanding it
So I steal the show like a bandit, bitch
Ain't as crazy as you think you is
I just pull up and I handle shit
Call of duty when I handle biz
I just pull up and I handle shit
Home improvements like the tool on me
Tim Allen, keep it cool homie
And I never been a fool homie
I know we don't play no rules homie
4th and inches
In the trenches
We ain't saving Private Ryan (Nope)
Tell them niggas keep it quiet
We about to start a riot
She just a local pedestrian
That's always riding like equestrian
Starting shit up like a pilot
Cause I see through 'em like a psychic
Yeah
Woo
Leave that bitch wide open
Yeah
Woo
Wide open
Yeah
Yeah
Woo
Leave that bitch wide open
Yeah
Woo
Wide open
Yeah
Woo
Tear that bitch wide open
Yeah
Woo
Okay
Alright
Alright
Ayy
Trick or treat with your mama
Treat her good so no drama
I got the jeopardy on her
She ain't got no shame, she Fiona
Put baby back in the corner
Fuck around and win bingo
Knock the dust off the grand ole pussy
Lick down
Play the grand ole piano for the city
Goddamn where the wings at
Bunt that shit with the wing-bat
Got a blunt
Where the weed at
Bought a chunk
Pull your cheeks out at the Waffle House
That's that all-star special for your house, pretty kitty cat
Pajama party with bloody Carrie and Christy Mack
She grabbed her nani
Said only Donnie can grab it back
It's okay that you peaked in high school
I'm still cool I'ma type up a haiku
I'm feeling good
I'ma hightail to Poconos
It's high noon and my flight's soon
Eating couscous
Bought some new shoes
Itty bitty overdose
Sleep it off
She loves Zeez, cook it up
And the keys in the truck
Goddamn
She left me for Canada
I'm happy, I'm not bummed
With a bang and a drum
She got caught with the coke up her bum
That's some karma for cargo
Ended up in Fargo
We tearin' it up, we be scarin' the regs
Not giving a fuck she be poppin' some X
Fell in the lobby
We head to the bed
The room is wide open
I leave it wide open
I leave her wide open again
Woo
The room is wide open
I leave her wide open
I tear her wide open again
Sheesh
I come through, I sip and I swerve
I hit that one chick on purpose
Her best friend think I am a perv
But lil bae think I am just perfect
Pull up
Get it
Started
Lit
Arson
Full
Charging
I put the key in the game
I beat that bitch got her going going
Got both my feet in the game
Got CBD's and I'm po'in po'in
Need COD's and she know it know it
She blow it blow it blow it up
I take the cash and run it up
I grab a leaf and roll it up
Now that gas is burning up
I'm looming
I gotta keep it going up
I'm Goonin' if it ain't no room here to move
I'm wolfing I gotta go howl at the moon
So soon we sit back and laugh at you fools
I'm bool
She standing naked bookin bicken
Let the heavens be the witness
I break her down and give her business
They blew the lead, aw yeah
How does my dick taste
Smoking on Bs, aw yeah
Pockets on big face
I, do not do mixtapes
She shallow cum getting shit faced
We drunk in love baby ixnay
We just gon' kick it like sensei
Beej got a foreign
We ride around
I run the ends on my side of town
Them tires go skirt
We slide around
We don't do no talking
No, not a sound
Shenanigan blunts got you panicking
You won't challenge shit but a mannequin
That lame shit I'm not understanding it
So I steal the show like a bandit, bitch
Ain't as crazy as you think you is
I just pull up and I handle shit
Call of duty when I handle biz
I just pull up and I handle shit
Home improvements like the tool on me
Tim Allen, keep it cool homie
And I never been a fool homie
I know we don't play no rules homie
4th and inches
In the trenches
We ain't saving Private Ryan (Nope)
Tell them niggas keep it quiet
We about to start a riot
She just a local pedestrian
That's always riding like equestrian
Starting shit up like a pilot
Cause I see through 'em like a psychic
Yeah
Woo
Leave that bitch wide open
Yeah
Woo
Wide open
Yeah
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