Ratatat
Ayy (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Let's go (Yeah)
Ayy (Yeah, let's go)
Got a chopper
It go ratatat (Brrt, yeah)
You know me
I count up all the racks (All the racks, ayy)
Keep my circle small
Don't fuck with rats (Don't fuck with rats, huh?)
Know it's war if you
Fuck with my slats (Fuck with slats, yeah)
They know I collect the money (Money)
They know I collect the cheese (Ayy)
They know that I ain't no dummy (Yeah)
They know I keep it a G (Woah)
They know my diamonds is sunny (Sunny)
They know my car don't got keys (Yeah)
They know my pockets is chubby (What?)
Hunnids they stick out my jeans (Yeah)
Hunnids in my pocket
And they sticking out (They sticking out, yeah)
My bitch ass so fat
That shit is sticking out (It's sticking out, woah)
Your bitch pussy trash
I know it smell like trout (It smell like trout, what?)
That's why when she slid
I told her I want mouth (That mouth, yeah)
She slid (Huh?) She slide (What?)
I came (Huh?) In her eye (Yeah)
She sucked (Sucked) all my guys (Guys)
And got kicked (Huh?) out the ride (Ayy)
Know if i'm gon' eat
My gang gon' eat too (Ayy)
We like the frieza force
Feel like Captian Ginyu (Let's go, huh?)
We get the money of course (Ayy)
Look at my car got a horse (Huh?)
I put that motherfucker in sport (What?)
I push down my foot and it roar (Yeah)
I got to the club
Make it rain (What?)
I go to the club
Do my thang (My thang)
I'm high in the air like a plane
I'm bending the air like i'm Aang (Ayy)
I'm bending the air like I'm Aang
Doing my motherfuckin' thang (Ayy)
I just want the money not fame
This shit a tricky ass game (Game, woah)
All these boys hating on me
Swear it's a goddamn shame (Shame, huh?)
Cuz when I pull up with the gang
You gon' be the one to blame (Yeah)
Gotta chopper
It go ratatat (Brrt, yeah)
You know me
I count up all the racks (All the racks, ayy)
Keep my circle small
Don't fuck with rats (Don't fuck with rats, huh?)
Know it's war if you
Fuck with my slats (Fuck with my slats, yeah)
They know I collect the money (Money)
They know I collect the cheese (Ayy)
They know that I ain't no dummy (Yeah)
They know I keep it a G (Woah)
They know my diamonds is sunny (Sunny)
They know my car don't got keys (Yeah)
They know my pockets is chubby (What?)
Hunnids they stick out my jeans (Huh?, yeah)
Yeah, hunnids they stick out my jeans (Ayy)
I got these benjies on me (Yeah)
I treat this bitch like a queen (Huh?)
Sick nah, I fuck her then leave (Yeah)
Baby this not what it seem (Yeah)
Baby girl your for the team (Ayy)
I know you see me in your dreams (Huh?)
But I kick this bitch out like Kareem (Yeah)
Yeah, I got the guap (Uh, Yeah)
Fucking your thot (Uh, Yeah)
She like how I walk (Uh, Yeah)
She like how I talk (Uh, Yeah)
She like how I rap (Ayy)
She like the way that I
Fuck from the back (Ayy)
She like the way that I
Count up the racks (Ayy)
She like the chopper
It go ratatat (Ayy, yeah)
Gotta chopper
It go ratatat (Brrt, yeah)
You know me
I count up all the racks (All the racks, ayy)
Keep my circle small
Don't fuck with rats (Don't fuck with rats, huh?)
Know it's war if you
Fuck with my slats (Fuck with my slats, yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Let's go (Yeah)
Ayy (Yeah, let's go)
Got a chopper
It go ratatat (Brrt, yeah)
You know me
I count up all the racks (All the racks, ayy)
Keep my circle small
Don't fuck with rats (Don't fuck with rats, huh?)
Know it's war if you
Fuck with my slats (Fuck with slats, yeah)
They know I collect the money (Money)
They know I collect the cheese (Ayy)
They know that I ain't no dummy (Yeah)
They know I keep it a G (Woah)
They know my diamonds is sunny (Sunny)
They know my car don't got keys (Yeah)
They know my pockets is chubby (What?)
Hunnids they stick out my jeans (Yeah)
Hunnids in my pocket
And they sticking out (They sticking out, yeah)
My bitch ass so fat
That shit is sticking out (It's sticking out, woah)
Your bitch pussy trash
I know it smell like trout (It smell like trout, what?)
That's why when she slid
I told her I want mouth (That mouth, yeah)
She slid (Huh?) She slide (What?)
I came (Huh?) In her eye (Yeah)
She sucked (Sucked) all my guys (Guys)
And got kicked (Huh?) out the ride (Ayy)
Know if i'm gon' eat
My gang gon' eat too (Ayy)
We like the frieza force
Feel like Captian Ginyu (Let's go, huh?)
We get the money of course (Ayy)
Look at my car got a horse (Huh?)
I put that motherfucker in sport (What?)
I push down my foot and it roar (Yeah)
I got to the club
Make it rain (What?)
I go to the club
Do my thang (My thang)
I'm high in the air like a plane
I'm bending the air like i'm Aang (Ayy)
I'm bending the air like I'm Aang
Doing my motherfuckin' thang (Ayy)
I just want the money not fame
This shit a tricky ass game (Game, woah)
All these boys hating on me
Swear it's a goddamn shame (Shame, huh?)
Cuz when I pull up with the gang
You gon' be the one to blame (Yeah)
Gotta chopper
It go ratatat (Brrt, yeah)
You know me
I count up all the racks (All the racks, ayy)
Keep my circle small
Don't fuck with rats (Don't fuck with rats, huh?)
Know it's war if you
Fuck with my slats (Fuck with my slats, yeah)
They know I collect the money (Money)
They know I collect the cheese (Ayy)
They know that I ain't no dummy (Yeah)
They know I keep it a G (Woah)
They know my diamonds is sunny (Sunny)
They know my car don't got keys (Yeah)
They know my pockets is chubby (What?)
Hunnids they stick out my jeans (Huh?, yeah)
Yeah, hunnids they stick out my jeans (Ayy)
I got these benjies on me (Yeah)
I treat this bitch like a queen (Huh?)
Sick nah, I fuck her then leave (Yeah)
Baby this not what it seem (Yeah)
Baby girl your for the team (Ayy)
I know you see me in your dreams (Huh?)
But I kick this bitch out like Kareem (Yeah)
Yeah, I got the guap (Uh, Yeah)
Fucking your thot (Uh, Yeah)
She like how I walk (Uh, Yeah)
She like how I talk (Uh, Yeah)
She like how I rap (Ayy)
She like the way that I
Fuck from the back (Ayy)
She like the way that I
Count up the racks (Ayy)
She like the chopper
It go ratatat (Ayy, yeah)
Gotta chopper
It go ratatat (Brrt, yeah)
You know me
I count up all the racks (All the racks, ayy)
Keep my circle small
Don't fuck with rats (Don't fuck with rats, huh?)
Know it's war if you
Fuck with my slats (Fuck with my slats, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Lovrich, R.i.p Joeshmo, Joe Shmo
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