Lyrics XXXTENTACION – #PROUDCATOWNERREMIX

Oh my God, Ronny

XXTENTACION:
Oh she ratchet, I might smash her
Bend that backwards, I might pass her

«Oh, big deal, are you Satan?»
I reply like, «Are you playin’?»
Slurp on pussy like Lo Mein
I’m Progressive like Flo, man
Therapist knocking at my fucking door, man
My body just look like G.I. Joe, man
Feds askin’ questions, I don’t fucking know man
Kim Jong Un to the fucking flow, man
Like whip, lash like whip, lash like whip, lash like whip, mhm
Diamond baller, broke my shoulder
She wan’ fuck but can’t come over (Ayy, ayy)
When I met your shorty, hit the running man, mm
Hopped out of jail, made a hunnid bands, mm
KKK, I’m just hanging, man, mm
Chris Rock, niggas acting funny, man, hm
My money stretching like Luffy, uh
Like Disney, these niggas is Goofy, uh
I don’t fuck with snakes but like Gucci, uh
These niggas act fool for some coochie, uh
I will not go back to jail, uh
These niggas is blind, need braille, huh
Watch how I switch, watch how I switch

Yeah re- real quick
I just- I just really wanted to say all you rappers suck

Oh she ratchet, I might smash her
Bend that backwards, she sing like pastor
Homie on Casper, geekin’ like Dexter
I do magic, no distraction
Yeah, my flow’s on Destructo Disc, too afraid to cuff a bitch
These boys on that sucker shit, feature price went up as shit like

Rico Nasty:
Rico
I ain’t never asked for a handout
But I came up, now everybody got a hand out
I just got my truck on matte red, with a five percent tint and them rims blacked out
Every nigga ’round me gon’ wait ’til I blackout
Put the pussy on him, make a nigga tap out
Just say where, and my niggas pop out
If you don’t get the picture, we crop you out
They givin’ out pussy for shout-outs
These lil’ bitches live in my shadow
They see me in person and panic
My diamonds the color of candy
I’m used to shockin’ these bitches like Pikachu
Don’t run away from me when I run into you
It can get surgical, personal
Everything I do be goin’ up, I’m on my vertical
Yes, I’m a girl, I go harder than niggas do
I’m in a Benz, that’s the color of Fruity Loops
My calendar’s been lookin’ so beautiful
How is you hatin’ on me from a cubicle
I got more money than you on my cuticle
When I pull up, all the bitches like, «Aah»
Only leave the house when I’m pickin’ up a bag
Got a short temper, don’t make me mad
Stop the comparisons, that shit embarassin’
Bitches at home, I just got back from Paris
And they got to check it wit’ me like I’m parents
You got to be quicker than that

XXXTENTACION:
Oh she ratchet, I might smash her
Bend that backwards, she sing like pastor
Homie on Casper, geekin’ like Dexter
I do magic, no distraction
Yeah, my flow’s on Destructo Disc, too afraid to cuff a bitch
These boys on that sucker shit, feature price went up as shit like

I been trying to tell these niggas
I got- I got the Krabby Patty formula man
Come fuck with me!