Hey, Sloppy
We been here for a decade
now
Sloppy, what we saying,
bruh? Know you had to come
back for a part two
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm riding 'round in a
clapped out Commy You don't like
me? My G,
I ain't worried I'm a fucking
ratbag, bitch,
I'm not sorry I do shit
my own way,
okay? I don't copy Pull up
in the fucking Holden then I
bounce off Bounce off,
shut the fuck up,
turn your sound off Who them
boys who keep fucking up the
town? Us Only sick cunts and
mad dogs allowed around us
Ayy, we out here flowing around
Come to the M,
motherfucker, I can show you around
I'm holding it down,
yeah, bitch,
Holden is loud I leave my
footprint in your face like there's
snow on the ground You can't
get up,
bruh All the best,
you'll be needing luck,
bruh Buster,
I'm a cheeky motherfucker Ayy,
let 'em know my Commy's clean,
this shit ain't rust,
nah That's just the blood from
the fuckers that I don't trust,
nah They try to tell me
I should rap about the cosmos
So here I am,
I'm giving you all what you
fucking asked for I feel like
Sammy in this sleigh,
I'm fucking hardcore Flying through the
red lights with Rudolph at quarter
past four In the morning,
a normal life would be boring
I'm sorry,
that's just the thoughts that I
got, I'm just exploring Ignoring all
the rules,
I'm a ratbag,
thought I told 'em If they
ask me where I be,
I'm in that Commodore roaring,
going
Bitch, I'm riding 'round in a
clapped out Commy You don't like
me? My G,
I ain't worried I'm a fucking
ratbag, bitch,
I'm not sorry I do shit
my own way,
okay? I don't copy Pull up
in the fucking Holden then I
bounce off Bounce off,
shut the fuck up,
turn your sound off Who them
boys who keep fucking up the
town? Us Only sick cunts and
mad dogs allowed around us
Yeah, bogged out shitbox Commodore clapped
out Chucked it in reverse and
then I backed out Backseat sticky,
itchy, smells like vomit Spanish from
the servo and tents in the
bonnet I be saving up a
bit of guap Dropped 2K on
a '98 shitbox
Yeah, big props to the skid
spot High shit,
TikTok, burnouts,
whop, whop Cunt,
you're either deaf or you're a
liar Smell that rubber?
I'm about to pop a tire
My dad said,
"Don't come back if you get
got" I tell him I got
it covered and get the motor
running red hot Sipping VB in
a VT,
windows down and the volume up
We rolling through the mulley,
the neighbours don't love it My
brothers put cash and grin rubber,
yeah, man,
I'm a ratbag Bitch,
I'm riding 'round in a clapped
out Commy You don't like me?
My G,
I ain't worried I'm a fucking
ratbag, bitch,
I'm not sorry I do shit
my own way,
okay? I don't copy Pull up
in the fucking Holden then I
bounce off Bounce off,
shut the fuck up,
turn your sound off Who them
boys who keep fucking up the
town? Us Only sick cunts and
mad dogs allowed around us
Yeah, seen me 'round the decade,
so brother,
you know the comm up's real
'Fore I changed the whip up
with homey,
yeah, I was slumming steel Driveway
bogan, yeah,
we took car legs,
yeah, the love is real Wide
open silver two-tone,
you know the fucking deal Belt
up off my guards in sockies
and board shorts Run me up
the wrong way,
rest in peace to your yard,
brother You ain't seen power when
it rains Thousand horsepower,
catch me in the Y6 Ratbagging,
got it,
it got him I VM Buick
at Ecotec,
bring the Super Six We all
know only milks in litres less
than this 5.7 LS1 forever We
making fucking clouds,
smashing the limiter,
any weather Not a fucking chance
you ever see me single pegger
LSD's locked in,
even if it's with my world
Our hood nine has never been
pinned like this right foot spin
Put your left foot down,
five grand if the cunt sing
Bitch, I'm riding 'round in a
clapped out Commy You don't like
me? My G,
I ain't worried I'm a fucking
ratbag, bitch,
I'm not sorry I do shit
my own way,
okay? I don't copy Pull up
in the fucking Holden then I
bounce off Bounce off,
shut the fuck up,
turn your sound off Who them
boys who keep fucking up the
town? Us Only sick cunts and
mad dogs allowed around us