Rattle Back

[Hook] 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 [?] hill with Sally Ray Deville 24s on it got a [?] dressed to kill Tryna smoke another Phillie 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, smelly round the wheel Kick off your heels and knock them, bitch let’s go pop some pills I got the Xanax, white girl looking like Paris Hilton Hair cut low like Keri Hilson Kept saying that she turned me on, and she jerked me off Kept swerving I could barely help it 12 was roofless, and then Yelawolf is On my 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 DUIs They be thinking that we drinking and we way too high Probably right, got an 8 ball of white and some rock a wear Everybody stop and stare when they hear all the knock that I got to hear Will shake many out a rocking chair Roll down the window a cloud appear Looked like a goddamn volcano Saying hi to the haters like they know Niggas in the chain know what it is Lame old, they know [Hook][x2] [Verse 2] These hoes just love my speakers, sounds 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, mustard business All we talk about is money motherfucker listen Got concussive stitching, Rittz in the head Rest 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 on the [?] 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 [?] and [?] 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 [Hook][x2]