
Rugrat Flow Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Kill a bitch, Do I look like Mr. Save A Hoe?
Got the choppa with me
Finna shoot this bitch right out her clothes
Got the gang with me
Finna shoot a movie like a pro
Got a problem with me?
Watch me up the chop and let it blow
How the fuck you gangsta and your ass tiktoking?
All my niggas savage and they tote big glockies
Drip with the drip why yall niggas wrist watching?
Slick in the Beamer he ain't worried bout no Honda
Turbo hop on tracks have it jumping like a charger
Josh he be wilding with the nine he need to stop it
Niggas act like bitches but they claiming that they thuggin
Drip make your bitch do a challenge she gon buss it
All these niggas gangsta on the net and get the ducking
All them niggas bitches walking round like some muppets
We be shooting they be ducking
We be drilling they be running
Got the choppa in the closet
Ain't no talking we just off him
Pop his top just like a bottle
There's a problem we gon solve em
He was lacking then we caught him
Talking shit we had to drop him
Could've killed him but I robbed him
Bullets flying outer space
Shot his ass right in his face
And I'm running from the jakes
I ain't trying to catch a case
Better stay up in your lane
Niggas playing it ain't no game
And I hang with jonnyk
He don't play no fucking games
Up the pole and he gone bang
Find out where you fucking stay
Kill a nigga let him lay
Bitch I'm strapped up with that pole
All my niggas trained to go
Matter fact we trained to blow
You can't play me like no hoe
Keep that heater cuz it's cold
Run up on me hit his dome
I got choppas in my home
Light his top up like a stove
Extended clip just like a robe
I was trapping on my own
Had to get it on my own
Now a nigga fucking grown
Still toting on that chrome
All these niggas acting bold
Kill him three ways like a row
If she with him kill his hoe
I got guns like the navy
Toss them bullets like I'm Brady
Smoke a bitch for actin shady
Why them niggas acting crazy
Got the thirty in the basement
All them bands is what we chasing
Off the Xan's my heart is racing
New revolver ain't no tracing