Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mass
Songwriter
Rob Steed
Songwriter
Reggie Crawford
Songwriter
Lyrics
(RTC)
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Shake your body
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Let's crash the party
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We got Shottie
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Drinking Bacardi
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Shake your body
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Let's crush the party
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We got Shottie
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Drinking Bacardi
(RAS187)
A party ain't a party till we step in this shit
If somebody act up man we blazin' this bitch
Mass got that 32 I got that 9 Reg got that Shottie right?
We can scrap but honestly we too high to fight
I'm laying low looking for my future baby mama
I can't go out having a good time without drama
One hand on my drink the other clutching a llama
R.A.S. the raw dog A.K.A White Osama
Act dumb go ahead play with me man
Slugs in your chest make your white tee look like a flag from Japan
Every party every club there's a lot of mean mugs
Rarely ever it results to the pushin n shoves
Once in a while a dude approach just talking too much smack
I'm thinking damn it's a shame I gotta brrraaattt this cat
Before I can turn around to even reach my gat
RTC beat this motherfucker down with a bat
(RTC)
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Shake your body
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Let's crash the party
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We got Shottie
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Drinking Bacardi
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Shake your body
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Let's crush the party
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We got Shottie
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Drinking Bacardi
(Mass)
Hey yo y'all know how that shit go
On my hip fo fo let a clip go
Get low like mini me
Mossberg 10 of 10
Foot **** to a cent of me
Creep like a centipede
From under the rocks
The gun that I got will cripple ****
Put you in a chair with 20 inch spinners
Roll out
And if I don't pull that fo fo
Out still hit ya
Mass gon one
Hitter KO blow
If they don't know
Simple ****
When y'all gonna learn
I'm telling you cats
Mass from another world
An alien cat
Extra terrestrial
F your vest
We gon aim for your skeleton cap
How gully is that
So who y'all
Prove y'all hard
Y'all supermodels like Rupaul
I make you cats walk these gats talk
Then gauze
Scatter your limbs
And make you fatter than Lil' Kim
Before the boob job
(RTC)
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Shake your body
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Let's crash the party
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We got Shottie
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Drinking Bacardi
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Shake your body
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Let's crush the party
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
We got Shottie
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Drinking Bacardi
(RTC)
I came in the door
I said it before
I never let them hoes hypnotize me no more
But they're wightin' me
Incitin' me
And fightin' me to rhyme
I can't hold it back
With a rhyme
On my mind
A party ain't a party in Baltimore
Unless they let out
A then shot poppin' off
Throwing elbows
Or stomp if you want
A crazy ill, stupid, fresh, funky and punk
With a bottle of champagne
And a fat ass blunt
A pretty face dame
With a tight ass cunt
In the after party
Seems like we lose the focus
Butt naked in the Jacuzzi
Smokin' Hocus Pocus
Written by: Aaron Massie, Reggie Crawford, Rob Steed