Rasputia Songtext
Ar, can’t pull over, I floor it n***
I got birdies comin in they comin straight from Oregon n****
Big ass pockets on me look like the wife of fucking Norbit n****
Zaza bags on Sprinter vans look like they went touring n****
Stay up out my lane treat me just like Tory n****
And these n**** really lame
You shoot they feet like Tory n****
I don’t fuck w n*****, who f with n*****, I don’t fuck with n*****
And it hurt when you act rogue on n*** that grow up with you
I got birdies comin in they comin straight from Oregon n****
Big ass pockets on me look like the wife of fucking Norbit n****
Zaza bags on Sprinter vans look like they went touring n****
Stay up out my lane treat me just like Tory n****
And these n**** really lame
You shoot they feet like Tory n****
I don’t fuck w n*****, who f with n*****, I don’t fuck with n*****
And it hurt when you act rogue on n*** that grow up with you
Bad lil bitch gon’ fuck on me
You know that bitch get nasty n****
She wanna hold my tooly when we link
That bitch ratchet n****
All these n*** sleeping on the game till we splashin’ n****
Wood grain interior look like a casket n****
Glock came with a ladder like it wrestle… n****
With the red gas we step in like the cappers n****
They thought I was a rat, now i’m playing with them packers n****
Nothin to make a phone call tell ‘em smackers n****
My young n**** spinnin
N**** do the shhhh
I can’t say that that’s they business
They know I’m the favorite of ya bitches
I can walk up in this bitch and leave with any strippers in it
And you n***** keep on acting like they hard to get me, n**** come and get me
Boyz in the hood, I’m out the window, tryna catch a ricky
N**** dissin’, when they spin they block, now a n*** crickets
It ain't trickin, N***s penny pinchin' , they ain’t worth they digits
Bad lil bitch with pretty feet
That my type of freak
N*** know we pull up get shit goin’ every week
Please n**** other beef n**** it ain’t shit sweet
She just wanna N****, get the bag, well I'm what she need
Plug hit me, tried to send thirty p’s, ain’t enough for me
Pull up, in a hellcat, look like a need for speed
And these n**** ass, n**** weak, can’t go feet for feet
Like these n**** sponsored by AC, they dont use they heat
You know that bitch get nasty n****
She wanna hold my tooly when we link
That bitch ratchet n****
All these n*** sleeping on the game till we splashin’ n****
Wood grain interior look like a casket n****
Glock came with a ladder like it wrestle… n****
With the red gas we step in like the cappers n****
They thought I was a rat, now i’m playing with them packers n****
Nothin to make a phone call tell ‘em smackers n****
My young n**** spinnin
N**** do the shhhh
I can’t say that that’s they business
They know I’m the favorite of ya bitches
I can walk up in this bitch and leave with any strippers in it
And you n***** keep on acting like they hard to get me, n**** come and get me
Boyz in the hood, I’m out the window, tryna catch a ricky
N**** dissin’, when they spin they block, now a n*** crickets
It ain't trickin, N***s penny pinchin' , they ain’t worth they digits
Bad lil bitch with pretty feet
That my type of freak
N*** know we pull up get shit goin’ every week
Please n**** other beef n**** it ain’t shit sweet
She just wanna N****, get the bag, well I'm what she need
Plug hit me, tried to send thirty p’s, ain’t enough for me
Pull up, in a hellcat, look like a need for speed
And these n**** ass, n**** weak, can’t go feet for feet
Like these n**** sponsored by AC, they dont use they heat
