Demise of a Rat

Lyrics
[Sample: Goodfellas] You gonna let this fucking punk get away with that? What's this world coming to? That's what the fucking world's coming to, how do ya like that? How's that? What is wrong with you?! What is the fucking matter with you?! What, are you stupid or what?! I was kidding with you. Are you a sick maniac? How do I know you're kidding? You breaking my fucking balls?! I'm fucking kidding with you, you fucking shoot the guy?! He´s Dead I'm a good shot, what do you want from me? How could you miss at this distance? You got a problem with what I did, Anthony? Fucking rat, anyway. His family's all rats, he'd have grown up to be a rat [Verse 1: Chetta] We broke on them money, so pay me on syrup Im not tryna listen so fuck what you heard up Im off of the ocean get lose on these verses Confusing myself, smoking ounces of urkel Pull up and stun em, no fronting, its murder Keep straightening and flexing, get jumped like i heard all I ain't passing no potent, if you ain't family and know me Im living life low-key and leaving it low key Pouring more spending time slowly They saving these hoes no goalie Taxing every pack like they owe me Counting every dollar like i am ozzy Never been on cali, smoke og Always been a real one and they know me Dancing with the devil all on the main street Entretain my soul and come save me [Verse 2: Wavy Jone$] Pull me in a grave 6 deep with the masses Belly of the beast one deep flicking ashes I dont give a fuck where you from or your past shit I just want to fuck and then duck and just pass it Money make me flip hoes Money make me get more Money make a bitch boy, pussy like its in, home Muddy when i sip slow Temos for the kick doors They love me but they hate me when my wrist glow
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Credits
- Writers
- Wavy Jone$
- Chetta