I know a few rugrats
Ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats
I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My nigga in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young niggas wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
We been livin' fast, thinkin' fast, ever day was Ramadan
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
Whoa, huh, huh, huh
Grandad had a heart attack, I don't got no heart attached
Whenever the aliens find my art, it'll be a artifact
Whenever my cousin find my Glock, it'll be a mod attached
I be tryna front when you around, actin' like I'm not attached
By the time I finish this song, my account gon' get a hundred racks
I was dreamin' 'bout this in seventh grade
They was tellin' me not to rap
Huh, huh, huh, huh
These niggas need to mind they business
These niggas need to find they bitches
I don't gotta reload my clip
These niggas know mine extended
She tell me she proud to lick me
We puttin' on Prada, Fendi
When she put on her bra, it's Fenty
My nigga be robbin', Fenti
I know a few rugrats
Ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats
I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My nigga in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young niggas wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep, whoa
Kenny Mason - HOODRAT Lyrics
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I know a few rugrats
Ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats
I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My nigga in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young niggas wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
We been livin' fast, thinkin' fast, ever day was Ramadan
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
Whoa, huh, huh, huh
Grandad had a heart attack, I don't got no heart attached
Whenever the aliens find my art, it'll be a artifact
Whenever my cousin find my Glock, it'll be a mod attached
I be tryna front when you around, actin' like I'm not attached
By the time I finish this song, my account gon' get a hundred racks
I was dreamin' 'bout this in seventh grade
They was tellin' me not to rap
Huh, huh, huh, huh
These niggas need to mind they business
These niggas need to find they bitches
I don't gotta reload my clip
These niggas know mine extended
She tell me she proud to lick me
We puttin' on Prada, Fendi
When she put on her bra, it's Fenty
My nigga be robbin', Fenti
I know a few rugrats
Ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats
I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My nigga in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young niggas wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep, whoa
Ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats
I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My nigga in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young niggas wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
We been livin' fast, thinkin' fast, ever day was Ramadan
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
Whoa, huh, huh, huh
Grandad had a heart attack, I don't got no heart attached
Whenever the aliens find my art, it'll be a artifact
Whenever my cousin find my Glock, it'll be a mod attached
I be tryna front when you around, actin' like I'm not attached
By the time I finish this song, my account gon' get a hundred racks
I was dreamin' 'bout this in seventh grade
They was tellin' me not to rap
Huh, huh, huh, huh
These niggas need to mind they business
These niggas need to find they bitches
I don't gotta reload my clip
These niggas know mine extended
She tell me she proud to lick me
We puttin' on Prada, Fendi
When she put on her bra, it's Fenty
My nigga be robbin', Fenti
I know a few rugrats
Ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats
I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My nigga in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young niggas wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a f*ckin' soul
I take that heat to sleep, whoa
Writer: Edwin Green, Dorian Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC