1900Rugrat - One Take Freestyle Lyrics

Run that back, bro, run that back
Yeah, one more time, one more time
Ff-ff, ff-ff
Uh, uh

Uh, cracker got an cR like he shootin' schools up
Yellow wide-body Hellcat look like a school bus
Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't have no scuba
Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba
You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two f*cks
You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin'
They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em
I got P's and zippers for 'em
What they need? I get it for 'em
Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it
On that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off
We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion
Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'
Uh, yeah, huh, huh
Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin', huh
Glock got a red dick, like a dog do, huh (Yeah)
She don't play with 19s, she might just dog you, huh (She might just dog you)
Lamb' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (They look like fondue)
Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be
Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (Somethin' like a Hi-C)
Bitch, I'm white with 23, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (Somethin' like Mike be)
Chopper talk that Bow Wow, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (Somethin' like Mike be)
F- mm, yeah, uh, uh (Somethin' like Mike be)
Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (Uh-huh)
I'm already white, ho, I don't need no white bitch (Uh-huh)
I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho
We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope
We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar
Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a could've-should've

Uh, drew down with that- yeah, that black ski, he a could've-should've
You feel me? Druski? Could've? Yeah
You catch my drift? Yeah

Uh, uh, get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, huh
Draco with a fully, we drop down, like, with some bullets
I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie (Ff)
I been in that field (Ff-ff), I'm the boss man (Yeah)
Shoot you in your jaw (Yeah), f*ck up your teeth (Yeah), now you can't talk again (Huh)
5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again
Cll they finna say, hm, ""Shouldn't have spoke on him,"" huh
Speak on Two or Three and I'll hop out deeper than a deep end
I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin'
I pulled up with this .223 (Yeah, uh), it hit your-

Yeah
One take, bitch, that's on the whole L
Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch
Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Pff, yeah