Текст песни Rugrat - Hxppa

I stick to the code
Python my kicks
I be strayin' from the script
Stay spraying Sprite out the VIP
Eight hundred on the lenses
I got nine on my hip
She get hung up on each sentence
Independent of the drip, aye

You must've mistook me
I'm no rookie
That's a fact
Try to book me
That's a bag
They ain't teach this shit in class, huh
I be throwing mud back
Spit one track
Your lungs black
I said 'fuck that' to a deal man
Been balling since a rugrat

I'm only smoking kill
And I won't cutback on my bloodbath
I'm the freshest in the field
I can count real
People on one hand
I just might pop a seal
You know the drill
Might kill a rough draft
Girl, Im just tryna chill
She always asking her hug at

Like, bitch, I'm here to fact check
Dodging all the damn feds
Grab bread when the bag dead
I keep her in the past tense
Carti on my nose
Starting slow
I'm spending backends
Jeff Hardy with the ropes
Can hardly cope
With all these assets

You might fuck round, catch a red dot
You on the sidelines
I ride by rocking all dead stock, yeah
I'm killing it like a headshot
In the studio schooling bitches
No TED Talk

Wrists on ten
Neck dancing
All I really do is take chances
I might hop up in the booth, no practice
Rocking Louis all white, Pope Francis

Fendi on me
All cowhide
Always running through my crib
Tryna sound like me
Rocking Gucci to the socks
Really 'bout my cheese
If you pull up on my block
You looking down my piece
Jackwoods just landed
The stu going batshit
I pummel on the beat
I got the whole scene in the basket
McQueen, double G
I put that pussy in a casket
I can hardly sleep
By all means, start rapping

You might fuck round, catch a red dot
You on the sidelines
I ride by rocking all dead stock, yeah
I'm killing it like a headshot
In the studio schooling bitches
No TED Talk

Wet the block
My wrist presidential
I get checks like your pops do
I'm ducking ops in rentals
Leave the spot
She can't walk
Drummer boy glock extendo
Just might put rocks on the clock
Run up, they'll chalk your stencil

Trap phone in the Fendi
Try to test me, you get whacked
Your girl friendly that's my bad, bud

Kick rocks like senseis
I get straight
To grave shifts
These dudes ups in my texts they
Always asking what my rate is
Let 'em see I get paid
Your shit fake
You big lame
You can't even spit flows bitch
I stay sharper than switch blades
Balling since a jit tho
I had singles out in fifth grade
I be smoking big dope
Bitch I gotta get these bricks laid

You might fuck round, catch a red dot
You on the sidelines
I ride by rocking all dead stock, yeah
I'm killing it like a headshot
In the studio schooling bitches
No TED Talk