Rattle Back Rittz

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah-uh-yeah

[Chorus]
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 Pleasant Hill inside a red DeVille
24's on it, got it lookin' dressed to kill
Tryna smoke another Philly 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, when I ride the wheel
Kick off your heels and hop in, bitch, let's go pop some pills
I got the Xanax, white girl looking like Paris Hilton
Hair cut low like Keri Hilson
Said that I turn her on, and she jerked me off
I kept swerving, I could barely help it
12 was roofless and the Yelawolf was
On the 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 DUI's
They be thinking that we drinking and we way too high
Probably right, got an eight ball of white and some of Rocawear
Everybody stop and stare when they hear all the knock that I got in here
A shake on me, got a rocking chair
Roll down the window and a cloud appear
Looked like a goddamn volcano
Saying hi to the haters like they know
They can see the chain glow, what it is lame-o? They know