Rated R Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ayy

You ain't talking bout nun man

Nigga been waiting on that Fque Catchems

I'm back on

Ayy, ayy, look

Just hand me a booth and a mic

This shit gon get loose tonight

Nigga, you loose or tight

I had to fight off these demons

I didn't lose the fight

That pressure be making a lot of shit bust

Don't make me use the pipe

Lose the hype,

I got the juice and ice

I got the proof on sight

Look, my dawg aching

He got the switch and it's off safety

Shit can get R-rated

I hop in the ring and I spar Satan

I had a hard raising

Now I got ten bitches all naked

Look what the bars made me

This shit on my fist bout a car payment

For real

Know what I'm saying

Rags to riches for real man

All from these bars I be spitting

You hear me

God blessed me with that

And I aint slowing down no time soon

No cap

Ayy, ayy,

I got the blue fur

I throw on this bitch with some cool curves

I'm slick as a new perm

This stone on my neck can kill two birds

I got him choosing

These diamond be dancing and grooving

Turn up the music

I be showing my ass like I'm mooning

Alright, let's go

Look what the kitchen got brewing

Nigga, we got this shit moving

Hell is you doing

Fuck up the game like I'm screwing

Run into me, hope you got some insurance

I got the pole on the seat

You can get blown out your sneaks

I got your hoe and leash

We keep it low and discreet

I'm in a... hold up

Bitch, I'm on go on repeat

This shit in my coat is the heat

This shit on the stove is elite

Ayy, what you say

This shit on the floor is extinct

This shit on my hoe is a mink

That shit in your roll is petite

Look, I'm one of them hot topics

I'm all in they mouth like some hot Takis

Been popping since Palm Pilots

Got hot in a minute like Hot Pockets

Pull up in a white Mozzie

Physique on the whip is a wide body

Even in time crisis

The shit that I wear got some high prices

Uhh

Hahahahaha

You hear me

Ayy

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