Backwood Q - Tit For Tat Lyrics

Yeah
Uh
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Ya'll can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
I don't write my rhymes
Don't need a pencil
I just focus on my mental
My boy Paco pack a pistol
I been smoking the skittle
Ever since that I was little
I found out that I can riddle
Now I got racks in the middle
I can switch my flow, control Nintendo
Now I'm poppin' like a pimple
I be in the clouds smoking on the indow
They be thinking that it's simple
All my ex b*tches turn into some nymphos
Yeah, but I don't double dribble
Hittas but don't temp em'
Please excuse my pimpin'
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
I wake up and bake up
Just so I can get my cake up
Young nigga ballin' like a laker
I can hit it twice, she can't stay up
Give my money, better pay up
I been on the grind I can't lay up
B*tch you out of your mind
I can't save ya
Dressed in all black, like a raider
(Yeah)
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat

Yeah
Uh
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Ya'll can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
I don't write my rhymes
Don't need a pencil
I just focus on my mental
My boy Paco pack a pistol
I been smoking the skittle
Ever since that I was little
I found out that I can riddle
Now I got racks in the middle
I can switch my flow, control Nintendo
Now I'm poppin' like a pimple
I be in the clouds smoking on the indow
They be thinking that it's simple
All my ex b*tches turn into some nymphos
Yeah, but I don't double dribble
Hittas but don't temp em'
Please excuse my pimpin'
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat
I wake up and bake up
Just so I can get my cake up
Young nigga ballin' like a laker
I can hit it twice, she can't stay up
Give my money, better pay up
I been on the grind I can't lay up
B*tch you out of your mind
I can't save ya
Dressed in all black, like a raider
(Yeah)
He's a coon, he's a rat
She's a snack
Tit for tat
Hit her back
Uh yeah
I ain't got no time for you
Y'all can't rap
Took a L
Get it back, that's what you call a
Tit for tat