BORROWING SUGAR Lyrics

Brat cut the act

Rat-ta-ta-tat

That is a whack with a bat

Back on the mat

Stat check me

Brat cut the act

Rat-ta-ta-tat

That is a whack with a bat

Back on the mat

Stat check me

No one sleeping over this no hotel I'm gon' take you home

Yeah there's a solution but it melts you down until you bones

Area 51 is where I live and there's no using phones

Gimme that, them reels ain't funny don't send me that

Lil baby ass boy need Similac

Peep my chest, do you see a S

Yeah that's what I thought

Get you hexed, you panini pressed

Look at what I bought

She like how I'm dressed

Fuck your ex

Khaki shorts and all

I suggest, get some shit to flex

Never pass the ball

Nightstalker

Skinwalker

Bumpin old Flocka, it's a party

Kick it with them bitches boy I'm playing pro soccer

Chase bring that racket like Naomi Osaka

Live my life on wax

Call me q tip baby thrax, uh

Step on cracks, just might break your mothers back

Y'all just play for stats and you think we'll tip our hats

Less I itch, more I scratch

Try to tell me to relax, nah

What's the sitch? keep a clutz

On my stick, hockey puck

That's a blade, now you cut

Gametime, Jimmy But

Hangtime, spill my cup

Witches brew, bitches do

Anything to get 'em crushed

He'll be good lil bitch he tough

And I beef with christians, yup

Brand new pot to piss in, yup

Parents met my teachers after school, your son don't listen

Damn right

One seed eastern conference

Wipe my guilty conscience

I kidnapped a Tik Tok-er how's that for some content? bitch

My chain, wait, nevermind, nevermind

My wrist, wait, nevermind, nevermind

My bitch, wait, nevermind, nevermind

My clique, wait, nevermind, nevermind

How'd you spot me

You can't see me Cena copy, copy

Griselda's papi

Genshu sake with hibachi, hibachi

Come and stop me

My bands come with Mariachi's, ya

Yo disk too floppy

Average joe don't get no sloppy, ya