Lil Nas X - NASARATI lyrics
Lil Nas X [Montero Lamar Hill] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Lil Nas X - NASARATI lyrics]
My shit slap, it get you off your feet
Off your feet (Knock you off your feet)
NASARATI dropped, you got it on repeat
On repeat (Got it on repeat)
They post a shady tweet and
Then they hit delete, hit delete
(They hit delete)
I'm who these goofy niggas really wanna be
Wanna be (Who they wanna be)
See, you wanna be in front
Of me, these niggas, they confronting me
(What? What? What?)
I'm running with the money and
I'm shunning bums and wannabes
(What? What? What?)
I'm flippin' dough and switchin' flows
I'm rippin' out reciprocals
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm whippin' in the kitchen with
Some niggas that's from Mexico
So I make a cake, sell it, buy an eighth
Smell it (Huh, yeah)
Not just for this rhyme
I'm cuttin' down on the Henny (Skrrt)
You niggas ain't prevailin'
Tellin' all my felons (Yeah, what?)
Ashamed, but my chain ain't finna
Do no damn derailin' (Yeah, uh)
I'm the hottest motherfucker
On a roll like a trucker (Yeah, huh?)
Doin' shows on these suckers
I might go on and fuck your mother
(What? What? What?)
Yeah, I might just fuck a cougar, I kill it
Freddy Krueger (Uh, yeah yeah)
Go nowhere without my ruger! Him right
There? Yeah, that's my shooter, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you really like it (Yeah! Yeah)
I see it, like I'm a psychic (What?)
My shit get lit, excited (Gang, gang)
I know, don't try to hide it
(What? What? What? What?)
I know you really like it
(You like it, don't ya?)
I see it, like I'm a psychic
(A psychic, ain't it?)
My shit get lit, excited (What? What?)
I know, don't try to hide it (Let's go)
Off your feet (Knock you off your feet)
NASARATI dropped, you got it on repeat
On repeat (Got it on repeat)
They post a shady tweet and
Then they hit delete, hit delete
(They hit delete)
I'm who these goofy niggas really wanna be
Wanna be (Who they wanna be)
See, you wanna be in front
Of me, these niggas, they confronting me
(What? What? What?)
I'm running with the money and
I'm shunning bums and wannabes
(What? What? What?)
I'm flippin' dough and switchin' flows
I'm rippin' out reciprocals
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm whippin' in the kitchen with
Some niggas that's from Mexico
So I make a cake, sell it, buy an eighth
Smell it (Huh, yeah)
Not just for this rhyme
I'm cuttin' down on the Henny (Skrrt)
You niggas ain't prevailin'
Tellin' all my felons (Yeah, what?)
Ashamed, but my chain ain't finna
Do no damn derailin' (Yeah, uh)
I'm the hottest motherfucker
On a roll like a trucker (Yeah, huh?)
Doin' shows on these suckers
I might go on and fuck your mother
(What? What? What?)
Yeah, I might just fuck a cougar, I kill it
Freddy Krueger (Uh, yeah yeah)
Go nowhere without my ruger! Him right
There? Yeah, that's my shooter, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you really like it (Yeah! Yeah)
I see it, like I'm a psychic (What?)
My shit get lit, excited (Gang, gang)
I know, don't try to hide it
(What? What? What? What?)
I know you really like it
(You like it, don't ya?)
I see it, like I'm a psychic
(A psychic, ain't it?)
My shit get lit, excited (What? What?)
I know, don't try to hide it (Let's go)