RAT 4 RAT

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyChiefDoit] My side bitch fat, so I call her Rick Ross These niggas ain't never gave me a penny, I ain't never been scared to cut a motherfucker off Didn't I say stop callin' me, ho? I told you, I'm out with my motherfuckin' dogs She say, "Chief, why you act like this?" Bitch, didn't I tell you I'm a motherfuckin' boss? All of a sudden I can't stop droppin', I already started, it ain't no stoppin' While it's crackin', ain't no lackin', if I'm not packin', foe'nem got it She wanna fuck but I don't get hard, that's 'cause I pop too much molly I'm not totin' this gun for nun', baby, I'm out tryna hurt somebody Uh, I'm tryna hurt me a nigga, pat buddy back, tryna burp me a nigga These niggas walkin', and talkin', and dress like me, I done really gave birth to you niggas You niggas act like hoes, if y'all need clothes, sis got skirts for you niggas We pullin' up to the service blickin', just like Gildan, shirt me a nigga You told on him, he told on you, y'all went rat-for-rat Both of my brothers goin' head-to-head in the back of the V, goin' hat-for-hat Two niggas got blew down, one died, the other one ran and ain't come back Boo in the trap and Auntie'll call, Boo said, "Hell nah, I ain't sellin' you crack" I know a nigga who face got erased, they ain't know who he was 'till they seen his tats Me and DThang finna fuck two white hoes, our new names is Cody and Zack Your homie died, you sittin', cryin on Live, fuck nigga, go get back I'm gon' bounce out, DThang bounce out, Trunky bounce out, switch attack [Break: BabyChiefDoit] Don Julio, got haircuts in the studio I like big booty hoes, all 'em wanna do me though Man, this shit 'bout cash, nigga, this shit 'bout Sex Money Murder, nigga Zoo Gang or no gang, nigga, 2612 shit, bitch, I ain't got no more to say [Verse 2: DThangFrm115] Me and foe'nem took your shit, now just come get it back Beefin' on the net, we don't do that, we posted where we at Shots out the MAC, he tried to run, now he flipped on his back Ain't playin' laser tag, but when we catch him we gon' tag his ass Foe'nem hot, they out here steady spinnin' blocks Don't you get tired of seein' broke niggas? I'm tired of seein' opps See, y'all been tellin' not to slide, kick down your door, now that bitch hot I'm grimy as hell, go through his pockets while he's sleepin' off them bars TRX kittin' up the car, we in the store, left by the pop I hit your ho and then I left her ass, 'cause she hang with the opps Don't give no fuck, we shoot at cops, shoot your son around your pops Get your lo', now we in hots, and we just spinnin' through y'all blocks, nigga [Outro: DThangFrm115] Uh, blocks, nigga Spinnin' through y'all— Say we spinnin' through y'all blocks, nigga Know how the fuck we comin', nigga, Zoo Life or nothin', nigga 2612 shit, animals only