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
F*ck 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
Hooligan Chase - BORROWING SUGAR Lyrics
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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
F*ck 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
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
F*ck 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
Writer: Chase Weaver
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid