First Off RantzStyle by T Rantz Lyrics
LLC that’s crazy, opportunity finna pay me
This day six, I’m waking
Rantz on it misbehaving
One hundred forty four fucking hours
Oh yeah baby like Austin Powers
Belly of the beast, and I devour
This beat now watch they faces turning sour
People lose they shit like everyday
Wally World shooting, cliché
Turning on the national news
Getting close to home in Baton Rouge
Video games is what they blame
But I think they on another agenda
GTA ain’t turn me to a killer
MK never made me crush a skull
2k ain’t turn you to no fucking pro
I’m just saying, man I don’t fucking know
Payday but your balance in the negative
Hallway screaming, yeah that’s in a figurative
Did it on my own, no need to sign me
But always down to vibe, we intertwining
Never on the wrong side, I’m silver lining
I seen better days, themes redefining
If they ask where you from, know your identity
They moving like some zombies on that Ivan Ooze
Selective hearing dumb or smart you need to choose
Or you bout to end up with the real folk blues
Now I'm with this chick, she think Rantz is cool
Made her bed rock, she don’t need no shoes
Tropical trees more density, spontaneous combusting or intentionally
LLC that’s crazy,opportunity finna pay me
This day six, I’m waking
Rantz on it misbehaving
One hundred forty four fucking hours
Oh yeah baby like Austin Powers
Belly of the beast and I devour
This beat now watch they faces turning sour
People lose they shit like everyday
Wally World shooting, cliché
Turning on the national news
Getting close to home in Baton Rouge
This day six, I’m waking
Rantz on it misbehaving
One hundred forty four fucking hours
Oh yeah baby like Austin Powers
Belly of the beast, and I devour
This beat now watch they faces turning sour
People lose they shit like everyday
Wally World shooting, cliché
Turning on the national news
Getting close to home in Baton Rouge
Video games is what they blame
But I think they on another agenda
GTA ain’t turn me to a killer
MK never made me crush a skull
2k ain’t turn you to no fucking pro
I’m just saying, man I don’t fucking know
Payday but your balance in the negative
Hallway screaming, yeah that’s in a figurative
Did it on my own, no need to sign me
But always down to vibe, we intertwining
Never on the wrong side, I’m silver lining
I seen better days, themes redefining
If they ask where you from, know your identity
They moving like some zombies on that Ivan Ooze
Selective hearing dumb or smart you need to choose
Or you bout to end up with the real folk blues
Now I'm with this chick, she think Rantz is cool
Made her bed rock, she don’t need no shoes
Tropical trees more density, spontaneous combusting or intentionally
LLC that’s crazy,opportunity finna pay me
This day six, I’m waking
Rantz on it misbehaving
One hundred forty four fucking hours
Oh yeah baby like Austin Powers
Belly of the beast and I devour
This beat now watch they faces turning sour
People lose they shit like everyday
Wally World shooting, cliché
Turning on the national news
Getting close to home in Baton Rouge