Spoiled Brat. Lyrics

They tell me look to the past

And then I look back

To the old days back on my old Ways

Used to pretend I was on the stage

Then I noticed that I always

Got my way, always

I got so much I don't even know What I have

I'm grateful for my grandma, Mama, and my dad

I know one day imma carry the Bag

Get a bag ain't nobody get mad,

If it don't make no sense just know Imma pass

If I get me a strap, then I can tap That ass

With consent, so nobody running Fast

I'm very funny, and ain't the clown Of the class

Run around high off our socks

Fireworks, been popped off

The gas been topped off, my dog On big paws

If you want religion call Peter Popoff for the knockoffs

Ain't nothing I need, some Jeeps Some weed

And could use some Cheese cuz I ain't cheap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

Half rich and I'm half not

Only ever been half cocked

Ain't popped off for a passport

Just gotta enter the password

This ain't Click, can't press the Button go faster

The weather forecaster say Everyday a good day for the Dapper

But throw all the fakes in the Crapper along with the thieving Ass cappers

Prolong the plugs new address

Not long thats if i drive fast

I buy in bulk so i can just chill in The house

They got the lil brat driving to the South

If I ain't broke broke get me some Weed in my mouth

Im A little bit spoiled, that don't Mean I can't figure it out

Put on my signal and get on the Fast track

I'm gonna put in the work and get Half back

Thought we was past that,

It wasn't always like that, but what Do I know I'm just a spoiled lil brat

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

Sometimes when I rhyme it sound So natural

It Sound like I'm flowing off the Adderall

How'd you get this far?

Would you rather get a bag

Or no bag at all

I'm stepping up and I ain't slacking off

I ain't backing off

I'm another youngin inspired to rap

Austin the city to put on the map Gotta show where I'm at

I get the racks I be blowing the Packs

I get the strap I be blowing they Backs

It's fuck 12 till cops ain't stepping On nobody back

Why you think I'm dangerous for Buying a pack?

Or smoking out the window Anderson and Bruno?

If you ain't from my town

Nigga

What the fuck do you know?

Let me tell you lil something about What I do know

I'm gone be last card like we Playing some Uno

And my pockets can look like they Is some sumos (Sumos)

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap

She a lil spoiled lil brat

But damn it lil shorty can rap