I Rate It

[Intro: Phone-EG] Yo, yo, you already dun know what it is Bucket hat on ‘cause I’m a real-ass nigga And being a real-ass nigga you admit to shit Nah mean? I’m honest And there’s a lot of shit I rate out here in the Dot So I’m bout to tell you a couple things I rate, nah mean? So I hope you like it, seen It's Phone-E [Hook: Phone-EG] Bucket hats, I rate it Bad bitches, I rate it Bussin’ caps, I rate it Stackin’ riches, I rate it I rate it [x6] True Religions, I rate it Gettin’ dome, I rate it Runnin’ missions, I rate it Google Chrome, I rate it I rate it [x6] [Verse 1: Phone-EG] Fuck a man’s dukes, you know I rate that dawg Thief a man’s shoes, you know I rate that dawg I take Henny to the face, I don’t chase that dawg I see you watering it down, I don’t rate that dawg Man, what’s wrong with them? If you’re coming to the party, bring all your friends Because Phone E’s trynna fuck like right now See your mans over there, tell him pipe down ‘Cause Phone E’s not trynna knock his lights out One punch’ll have him sleeping in a nightgown I know you like my Dockers Let me take you upstairs and put you in backas If my dick starts to burn like that spicy Sriracha You can run, you can dip, but my bullets mo' faster Leave you and your man flat like linguini pasta (Ahlie cause linguini pasta's flat, eh?) Truss me! Even the bwoydem will have to rate that, dawgy [Hook] [Verse 2: Pryde] Bad bitches, sandwiches, clam dishes, I rate that One bar, five hundred dollars, each verse cost eight stacks Block heavy, got eight shots, put eight bullets to the wasteman Look onto my belt loop, my gun stay darker than a spray tan New zebra, I cop that, new nina, I cock that Two litre, I pop that, poppin’ me, I pop back Bad bitches, I must have it Your bitch got moustaches My bitch got her eyebrows on fleek Your bitch got her eyebrows all cheap Fucking your bitch to some new Tyrese I got green so she blew my D Watching Jagged Edge on my new TV Her brain C-grade and her boobs DD True Religion on my denim, True Religion on my tee If my girl don’t rock Truey, she ain’t B-A-E With my Nubian queen, massaging her feet You know all my soldiers don’t fake that Lovin’ in her, nutted in her, now she may be pregnant But she bad anyway, I rate that [Hook]