THAT FART

[Intro: Adapt & ROMVN] Ayy! That fart (Yeah, ayy, YUNG ROMVN) Okay (Yeah, here we go) That fart (You ready, let's get it, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN] We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah) Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah) I need toilet paper... that fart (Give me that shit) G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Yeah, yuh) [Refrain: Adapt & ROMVN] Ayy! Huh, what? That fart (Woo) Still making vids yeah I'm in my prime Lil' bitch, I'm back and poppin' Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stoppin' (Never stoppin') Spaghetti and Hot Pockets, bitch you know I'm farting (Ayy, ayy, bangers) [Verse 1: Adapt & ROMVN] Quarter pounder Burger King (Skrr, skrr, skrr)... that fart (Woo) Hitting stankers like I'm Rain (That's my boy Nordan)... that fart (Yeah) Four-eight-O where we make that stank (Down in Arizona)... that fart (Yeah) Fans tryna get in but we got that gate Fart or don't, boy choose your fate Bangers on bangers boy (Yeah) Six years I've been doing this (Doin' it) Keep talking Rice gon' make a diss (Bet) You just shot but you gon' shoot and miss (Bang bang) Got a chain that's worth the Rolls, boy (That chain) GT-R, you know I whip in it When I skrrt you know I rip in it So loud it sound like you fart in it (Oh God, bang bang) [Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN] We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah) Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah) I need toilet paper... that fart (Woo, give me that shit) G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayy (Yeah, yuh) [Verse 2: ROMVN] Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte (Yeah, yeah) Oh shayte, oh shayte, that fart (Yeah, what? Hold up) Farting on these haters 'cause I ate Chipotle, that fart (Ayy, woo, woo, yeah) Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that fart (Nordan ayy!) Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo!) Yeah I be back on my rap shit, trap shit (Ayy) 'Bout to pull off in a nice whip (Skrrt, skrrt) Got chicks, standing looking better than a bad bitch (Bitch) In my new car got no key, just a nice switch (Woo woo) Night trip, got me moving quicker than a olive (Olive) Why you moving slow? Yeah you're looking like an old bitch (Shing) All we do is win need Febreze 'cause I'm shitting (Shitting) Better bring the water 'cause this fire what I'm spitting (Spitting) Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning (Woo) Bitch, I got the liquor so you know that I be sippin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin' (Just chillin'), here, never chillin' Always grinding 'cause the money only thing on my mind (Mind) Yeah, never got that time, always got them dimes, yeah Keep talking I'ma get that nine, ayy Keep talking I'ma get that nine, ayy, yeah Get that nine, ayy (Ayy, get that nine), all of my bitches they dimes (They dimes) Ayy, yeah, I got the time (Ayy) Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it's flooded, ooh All of these bitches they ugly, ooh (Ugly) All of my bitches they pretty, ooh (Ayy) Running all this shit (Ayy) Every time I go, yeah I step up in your city like ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN] We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah) Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah) I need toilet paper... that fart (Give me that shit, woo) G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Yeah, yuh) [Verse 3: Adapt & ROMVN] Four mil', yeah I made it, still ain't changed... that fart Going so hard it smell kinda strange... that fart Hop on Postmates get that Cane's (Get that Cane's)... that fart Don't forget to call the gate (Don't forget) Hop in the R8, head that way (Skrrt) Viral on top of viral, boy (On top) So much it smellin' vile, boy (Bread) Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy (Wee) But the coach said I'm too small, boy (?) So I hopped on free-for-all Shots out the crane, I'm looking tall If it ain't about money please don't give me that call We only play melee we ain't fucking with the brawl (Ayy, ayy, yuh) [Bridge: ROMVN] Ayy, never play brawl, ooh Turned myself into a boss, ooh Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh I'm only drinking on Voss, ooh Yeah, that is your ho, ooh, she tryin' to call Yeah, yeah, they don't wanna see us ball [Chorus: Adapt & ROMVN] We don't conversate if you don't stank (No)... that fart (Yeah) Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks (Ricky J.)... that fart (Yeah) I need toilet paper... that fart (Give me that shit, woo) G FUEL got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart (Yeah, yuh)