Aye, that fart, okay
That fart.
We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that fart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that fart
I need toilet paper, that fart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayyy!
Huh? what? that faaart
Still making vids yeah I’m in my prime
Little b*tch, I’m back and poppin’
Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stopping
Spaghetti and hot pockets
b*tch you know I’m faaarting
Quarter pounder burger Kay, that faaart
Hitting stankers like I’m Rain (that’s my boy Nordan), that faaart
4AO where we make that stank, that faaart
Fans trying to get in but we got that gate
faaart or don’t, boy choose your fate
Bangers on bangers boy
6 years I’ve been doing this
Keep talking RiceGum make a diss
You just shot but you gon’ shoot and miss
Got a chain that’s where the rolls, boy
GTR, you know I whip in it
When I skrt you know I rip in it
So loud it sound like you faaart in it.
We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!
Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte
Oh shayte, oh shayte, that faaart
faaarting on these haters ’cause I ate Chipotle, that faaart
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that faaart (Nordan ayy!)
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah
Yeah I be back on my rap s**t, trap s**t
‘Bout to pull up in a nice whip
Bad chicks, standing looking better than a bad b*tch
In my new car got no key, just a nice switch
Night, got me moving quicker than a ..
Why you moving slow? yeah you’re looking like an old b*tch
All we do is .. ’cause I’m sh**ting
Better bring the water ’cause this fire what I’m spitting
Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning
b*tch I got the liquer so you know that I be sippin’
All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin’, here, never chillin’
Always grinding ’cause the money only thing on my mind
Yeah, never got that time, always got in dimes, yeah
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy, yeah
Get that nine, ayy, all of my b*tches they dimes
Ayy, yeah, I got the time
Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it flodded, ooh
All of these b*tches they ugly, ooh
All of my b*tches they pretty, ooh
Running all this s**t
Everytime I go, yeah I step up in your city like.
We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!
Four mill, yeah I made it, still ain’t changed, that faaart
Going so hard it smell kinda strange, that faaart
Hop on pose man get that canes (get that canes), that faaart
Don’t forget to call the gang
Hop in the R8, head that way
Viral on top of viral, boy
So much it smellin’ vial, boy
Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy
But the coach said I’m too small, boy
So I hopped on Free For All
Shots out the crane, I’m looking tall
If it ain’t about money please don’t give me that call
We only pay .. we ain’t f*cking with the ball.
Yeah, ayy, never play broke, ayy
Turned myself into a boss, ooh
Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh
I’m only drinking on Voss, ooh
Yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin’ to call
Yeah, yeah, they don’t wanna see us ball.
We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayyy!