Spoiled Brat.

They tell me look to the past
And then I look back
To the old days back on my old Ways
Used to pretend I was on the stage
Then I noticed that I always
Got my way, always

I got so much I don't even know What I have
I'm grateful for my grandma, Mama, and my dad
I know one day imma carry the Bag
Get a bag ain't nobody get mad,
If it don't make no sense just know Imma pass
If I get me a strap, then I can tap That ass
With consent, so nobody running Fast
I'm very funny, and ain't the clown Of the class
Run around high off our socks
Fireworks, been popped off
The gas been topped off, my dog On big paws
If you want religion call Peter Popoff for the knockoffs
Ain't nothing I need, some Jeeps Some weed
And could use some Cheese cuz I ain't cheap

She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap

Half rich and I'm half not
Only ever been half cocked
Ain't popped off for a passport
Just gotta enter the password
This ain't Click, can't press the Button go faster
The weather forecaster say Everyday a good day for the Dapper
But throw all the fakes in the Crapper along with the thieving Ass cappers
Prolong the plugs new address
Not long thats if i drive fast
I buy in bulk so i can just chill in The house
They got the lil brat driving to the South
If I ain't broke broke get me some Weed in my mouth
Im A little bit spoiled, that don't Mean I can't figure it out
Put on my signal and get on the Fast track
I'm gonna put in the work and get Half back
Thought we was past that,
It wasn't always like that, but what Do I know I'm just a spoiled lil brat

She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap

Sometimes when I rhyme it sound So natural
It Sound like I'm flowing off the Adderall
How'd you get this far?
Would you rather get a bag
Or no bag at all
I'm stepping up and I ain't slacking off
I ain't backing off
I'm another youngin inspired to rap
Austin the city to put on the map Gotta show where I'm at
I get the racks I be blowing the Packs
I get the strap I be blowing they Backs
It's fuck 12 till cops ain't stepping On nobody back
Why you think I'm dangerous for Buying a pack?
Or smoking out the window Anderson and Bruno?
If you ain't from my town
Nigga
What the fuck do you know?
Let me tell you lil something about What I do know
I'm gone be last card like we Playing some Uno
And my pockets can look like they Is some sumos (Sumos)

She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap
She a lil spoiled lil brat
But damn it lil shorty can rap



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Writer(s): Leressa Hargrove
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