Rattle Back - Rittz

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah-uh-yeah

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back

You can find me out on Pleasant Hill inside a red DeVille

24's on it, got it lookin' dressed to kill

Tryna smoke another Philly while I grip the wheel

Weed spinning out the window like a weather reel

Still sipping on Bacardi with that ginger ale

Riding like a bitch, like a fish, when I ride the wheel

Kick off your heels and hop in, bitch, let’s go pop some pills

I got the Xanax, white girl looking like Paris Hilton

Hair cut low like Keri Hilson

Said that I turn her on, and she jerked me off

I kept swerving, I could barely help it

12 was roofless and the Yelawolf was

On the CD player, somewhere to go

Speakers booming, and my beeper booming

Tryna go and get a bottle from the liquor store

Then I kissed the ho, and told her thanks for the handjob

Bitch, see you later, bye

Then it’s back inside the Cadillac on 85

Coppers want to follow us and try to give us DUI’s

They be thinking that we drinking and we way too high

Probably right, got an eight ball of white and some of Rocawear

Everybody stop and stare when they hear all the knock that I got in here

A shake on me, got a rocking chair

Roll down the window and a cloud appear

Looked like a goddamn volcano

Saying hi to the haters like they know

They can see the chain glow, what it is lame-o?

They know

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back

These hoes just love my speakers

Sound like Justin Bieber tied up in the trunk and kicking

Blacked out Mustang, dub edition

We in the front puffing on some Bubblicious

Just delicious, what’s the business?

All we talk about is money, motherfucker, listen

Got concussive stitching

Grips in the headrest like a redneck revving up the engine

At the red light, ain’t nobody fresh like me

Feel like I got everybody out here beat

Chain still swang in my algees tee, yelling out I’m pimping

Know they get the outfit free

Got the ADID, ASJS, wings on my ring like

got your Aviators, I’m afraid of majors

Take an eye out every time I wave to haters

Rocking imitation jakers, seal the fate of fakers

Everything is

Ain’t no other rapper hotter than me who ain’t got a deal

Last year record labels didn’t want to sign me now they probably will

Still got the coke residue sticking to my dollar bills

Still represent Lilburn and Lawrenceville until they put me in a mausoleum

Living in the club and the coliseum

Bout to get a cup of Xanax bars and eat 'em

Ain’t nobody really give a shit when I was struggling and working for the

minimum wage

But now they want to say that’s it when I spit really get

When they see me on the stage they say that

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back

My shit’s snapping, my shit, my shit’s snapping

My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back