#song #beat #music #rap #rata #album #damage Chorus; Hit ya with the ra ta with ra ta hit ya ra ta. verse: lose your sense you made no sense. told that bitch she a skrimage you hurt my image. push it away push it away. i could this all day yeah. she wants Starbucks all day yeah. man got popped someone got dropped wasnt me hoe wasnt me though. im too busy with the style. fucking your bitch yeah we might be awhile. if she aint feeling me then then she cant see or know game like me. could of had a drink instead ya stink. no morals but she a master in orals. dont look at me live the devil when ya aint ready to pedal. told these mofos imchor heavy metal. you need a cradle your life just a fable. shown me money on table. your so dumb you work at staples. she taste like maple. chorus: hit em with ra ta with the ra ta. smoking green call me rasta. bitch if i own you i am your wager paper. dinero praying to god he my pharaoh. i fly high like sparrow. get the cargo missing opps called wells fargo. some tweakers look like a scene off fargo. been wild ya been mild. money piled. if im broke then life is a joke been both. can handle anything mentally spiritually physically. if you wearing pink then what you think. hopefully breast cancer awareness week. let that sink. im a ninties kid. seen drugs violence dealt with different tyrants. i cant relate to these young assholes. cause make me mad enough you could get put on hold. my life is strange but i never even told. half of you bitches automatically fold. got me feeling so old.