Upscale Ratchet - Ras Kass, Dina Rae

Kicking back home sipping on that patrone

Gucci swap, gucci belt like get my match on

Hating ass niggas need to get off my dick

And don’t be surprised if I call you a bitch

Getting money, have fun, stay heated

Calm down girl you’re just a little too conceded

If you pretty with a bad attitude you ain’t shit

Don’t be surprised when I call you a bitch

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp you make me sick

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid bitch

Ya don’t mind me

I’m just seeing double like it’s PIP

Hannah Montana she can be my lead

And I don’t give a fuck bitch I’m VIP

Here, get it cracking like a relapse

82 I stay bent like knee caps

Reckon labels better raise my pay rate

Cause I connect the chosen people like Jay Jay

I’m what the world excited for

I’m the type to shoot a mom with a silencer

I’m not one for the frontin

Got nothing good to say then don’t say nothing

And I should be weighing more mature

But I got a way with words

So till that day occurs

I’ma say too short favorite words

Kicking back home sipping on that patrone

Gucci swap, gucci belt like get my match on

Hating ass niggas need to get off my dick

And don’t be surprised if I call you a bitch

Getting money, have fun, stay heated

Calm down girl you’re just a little too conceded

If you pretty with a bad attitude you ain’t shit

Don’t be surprised when I call you a bitch

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp you make me sick

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid bitch

Fuck rappers, I throw more stars than a ninja

Promote a nigga watch me do numbers like Avengers

I’m the champ in the top fire contenders

My homies break down the birds with a blender

And we don’t fuck with the rats

Niggas who switch gangs and hold the dog back

Jerking off since you came on the scene

Hang in there sport David Carradine

Still let the haters try without me

You clown ass bitch was doing fine without me

Till I hop in the quadron fourth maseratti

Coming home with the face dripping all bukake

And I should be weighing more mature

But I got a way with words

So till that day occurs

I’ma say too short favorite words

Kicking back home sipping on that patrone

Gucci swap, gucci belt like get my match on

Hating ass niggas need to get off my dick

And don’t be surprised if I call you a bitch

Getting money, have fun, stay heated

Calm down girl you’re just a little too conceded

If you pretty with a bad attitude you ain’t shit

Don’t be surprised when I call you a bitch

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp you make me sick

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid bitch