Rugrat Lyrics

Stu, what are you doing

Making chocolate pudding

It's four o'clock in the morning

Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding

Because I've lost control of my life

White boy rappin' but I'm not like Macklemore

Chop clappin' at the ops hats they can't cap no more

Out on bond but I stay strapped like I smashed a whore

Out on bond bumpin' babytron making cash galore

I like doing drills but I ain't going back and forth

Been in the field, what the fuck I need practice for

Could be eating meals in that jam with a plastic spork

And if I am, then I stay silent

I'll save that for court

Off the shroomies, got the colors blending like what's brackin cuz

Still quick to slide like the fucking traction cut

I pop another addy then I get to acting up

Catch him and his homie cause they probably matching blunts

Got some new op pack bitch this gas or what

Oh you want the smoke

Well hop out your casket bud

Tripping bout a hoe like you ain't know that she a slut

For a line of blow, fucked me and bro, that shit was cut

With her stupid ass

You ain't even worth my ammo with your cupid ass

With her stupid ass

You ain't even worth my ammo with your..

You a motherfucking goofy, call you Dr. Doofenshmirtz

All your homies dead pussy, you ain't Uzi Vert

Fuck with me then I'ma send you to the loonieverse

I ain't pulling up on the bitch less the coochie squirt

You ain't got no dog dookie fuckboy, you a nerd

You ain't even pop nothin but still popped you a perk

I can't wait to pop some, leave a goofy murked

Someone tell these dummies it ain't safe for loonie lurk

You speaking shit into existence, all that talk is cheap

Ain't speaking shit I ain't a witness, half y'all be police

You better act right to your missus, you ain't on the lease

Or I'ma give her kisses while you struggling on the street

Hey, yeah, I'ma fuck that hoe

And when I get tired of her then it's fuck that hoe

I was still pulling bitches wearing Rugrat clothes

She ain't a shooter but she couldn't wait to clutch that pole

Ha, yeah, I'ma fuck that hoe

And when I get tired of her then it's fuck that hoe

I was still pulling bitches wearing Rugrat clothes

She ain't a shooter but she couldn't wait to clutch that pole