rattle back

rittz

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

speakers and tweeters beating

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

my whip got that rattle back

my whip got that rattle back

you can find me out on hill with sally ray deville

24s on it got a dressed to kill

tryna smoke another phillie while i grip the wheel

weed spinning out the window like a weather reel

still sipping on bacardi with that ginger ale

riding like a bitch

like a fish

smelly round the wheel

kick off your heels and knock them

bitch let's go pop some pills

i got the xanax

white girl looking like paris hilton

hair cut low like keri hilson

kept saying that she turned me on

and she jerked me off

kept swerving i could barely help it

12 was roofless

and then yelawolf is

on my cd player

somewhere to go

speakers booming

and my beeper booming

tryna go and get a bottle from the liquor store

then i kissed the ho

and told her thanks for the handjob

bitch see you later

bye

then it's back inside the cadillac on 85

coppers want to follow us and try to give us duis

they be thinking that we drinking and we way too high

probably right

got an 8 ball of white and some rock a wear

everybody stop and stare when they hear all the knock that i got to hear

will shake many out a rocking chair

roll down the window a cloud appear

looked like a goddamn volcano

saying hi to the haters like they know

niggas in the chain know what it is

lame old

they know

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

speakers and tweeters beating

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

my whip got that rattle back

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

speakers and tweeters beating

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

my whip got that rattle back

my whip got that rattle back

these hoes just love my speakers

sounds like justin bieber

tied up in the trunk and kicking

blacked out mustang

dub edition

we in the front puffing on some bubblicious

just delicious

mustard business

all we talk about is money motherfucker listen

got concussive stitching

rittz in the head

rest like a redneck revving up the engine

at the red light

ain't nobody fresh like me

feel like i got everybody out here beat

chain still swang on the tee

yelling out i'm pimping

know they get the outfit free

got the adid

asjs

wings on my ring like

got your aviators

i'm afraid of majors

take an eye out every time i wave to haters

rocking imitation jakers

seal the fate of fakers

everything is

ain't no other rapper hotter than me who ain't got a deal

last year record labels didn't want to sign me now they probably will

still got the coke residue sticking to my dollar bills

still represent and until they put me in a mausoleum

living in the club and the coliseum

bout to get a cup of xanax bars and eat 'em

ain't nobody really give a shit when i was struggling and working for the minimum wage

but now they want to say that's it when i spit really get

when they see me on the stage they say that

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

speakers and tweeters beating

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

my whip got that rattle back

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

speakers and tweeters beating

my whip got that rattle back

my shit's snapping

my shit-my shit's snapping

my whip got that rattle back

my whip got that rattle back