Rattle Back by Rittz Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah-uh-yeah
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah-uh-yeah
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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