Ras Kass - Upscale Ratchet lyrics

rate me

Hook:

Kicking back home sipping on that Patrone

Gucci swap, Gucci belt like get my match on.

Hating ass, niggas need to get off my dick

And don't be surprised if I call you a (bitch)!

Getting money, have fun, stay heated

Calm down girl you're just a little too conceded

If you pretty with a bad attitude, you ain't shit

Don't be surprised when I call you a (bitch)

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you make me sick!

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid (bitch)!

Ya, don't mind me!

I'm just seeing double like it's PIP

Hannah Montana she can be my lead,

And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm VIP!

Yeah, get it cracking like a relapse

80 poop, I stay bent like knee caps

Reckon labels better raise my pay rate

Cause I connect the chosen people like Jay-Z

I'm what the world excited for

I'm the type to shoot a mom with a silencer

I'm not one for the fronting,

Got nothing good to say then don't say nothing!

And I should be weighing more mature, but I got a way with words

So till that day occurs, I'mma say two short favorite words.

Hook:

Kicking back home sipping on that Patrone

Gucci swap, Gucci belt like get my match on.

Hating ass, niggas need to get off my dick

And don't be surprised if I call you a (bitch)!

Getting money, have fun, stay heated

Calm down girl you're just a little too conceded

If you pretty with a bad attitude, you ain't shit

Don't be surprised when I call you a (bitch)

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you make me sick!

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid (bitch)!

Fuck rappers, I throw more stars than a ninja

Promote a nigga watch me do numbers like Avengers

I'm the champ in the top fire contenders

My homies break down the birds with a blender.

And we don't fuck with the rats!

Niggas who switch gangs and hold the dog back

Jerking off since you came on the scene

Hang in there, sport, David Carradine!

So let the haters try without me

You clown ass bitch was doing fine without me

Till I hop in the quatro fourth Maserati

Coming home with the face dripping all Bugatti.

And I should be weighing more mature, but I got a way with words

So till that day occurs, I'mma say two short favorite words.

Hook:

Kicking back home sipping on that Patrone

Gucci swap, Gucci belt like get my match on.

Hating ass, niggas need to get off my dick

And don't be surprised if I call you a (bitch)!

Getting money, have fun, stay heated

Calm down girl you're just a little too conceded

If you pretty with a bad attitude, you ain't shit

So don't be surprised when I call you a (bitch)

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you make me sick!

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid (bitch)!

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you make me sick!

Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch

You cunt, you tramp, you stupid (bitch)!