FaZe Adapt - That fart lyrics

Aye, that fart, okay That fart. We don't conversate if you don't stink, that fart Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks, that fart I need toilet paper, that fart G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayyy! Huh? what? that faaart Still making vids yeah I'm in my prime Little b*tch, I'm back and poppin' Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stopping Spaghetti and hot pockets b*tch you know I'm faaarting Quarter pounder burger Kay, that faaart Hitting stankers like I'm Rain (that's my boy Nordan), that faaart 4AO where we make that stank, that faaart Fans trying to get in but we got that gate faaart or don't, boy choose your fate Bangers on bangers boy 6 years I've been doing this Keep talking RiceGum make a diss You just shot but you gon' shoot and miss Got a chain that's where the rolls, boy GTR, you know I whip in it When I skrt you know I rip in it So loud it sound like you faaart in it. We don't conversate if you don't stink, that faaart Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks, that faaart I need toilet paper, that faaart G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy! Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte Oh shayte, oh shayte, that faaart faaarting on these haters 'cause I ate Chipotle, that faaart Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that faaart (Nordan ayy!) Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah Yeah I be back on my rap s**t, trap s**t ‘Bout to pull up in a nice whip Bad chicks, standing looking better than a bad b*tch In my new car got no key, just a nice switch Night, got me moving quicker than a .. Why you moving slow? yeah you're looking like an old b*tch All we do is .. 'cause I'm sh**ting Better bring the water 'cause this fire what I'm spitting Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning b*tch I got the liquer so you know that I be sippin' All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin', here, never chillin' Always grinding 'cause the money only thing on my mind Yeah, never got that time, always got in dimes, yeah Keep talking I'mma get that nine, ayy Keep talking I'mma get that nine, ayy, yeah Get that nine, ayy, all of my b*tches they dimes Ayy, yeah, I got the time Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it flodded, ooh All of these b*tches they ugly, ooh All of my b*tches they pretty, ooh Running all this s**t Everytime I go, yeah I step up in your city like. We don't conversate if you don't stink, that faaart Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks, that faaart I need toilet paper, that faaart G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy! Four mill, yeah I made it, still ain't changed, that faaart Going so hard it smell kinda strange, that faaart Hop on pose man get that canes (get that canes), that faaart Don't forget to call the gang Hop in the R8, head that way Viral on top of viral, boy So much it smellin' vial, boy Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy 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 pay .. we ain't f*cking with the ball. Yeah, ayy, never play broke, ayy Turned myself into a boss, ooh Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh I'm only drinking on Voss, ooh Yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin' to call Yeah, yeah, they don't wanna see us ball. We don't conversate if you don't stink, that faaart Yeah I'm going crazy like I'm Banks, that faaart I need toilet paper, that faaart G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain) That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayyy!