Lyrics:
glass
License so expired
I'm identified by all my tats
Creeker to the grave
Lock that mug and then go weld it shut
Bury me on Ghost Ranch with
My middle
Talk shit bout my homie
Still yo covering his shit
Next level of clownry, tryna be lit by being a snitch
Free riding like Winter get rat-tat-tat til
it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
Drop son, pull out
You better
me get a taste
Spice is about that maxed out carnage
Nigga never go to waste
Cletus Kasady mentality is fucking up my mind
Rat tat tat tat tat tat run
to me
Rap God fuck no
I'ma hit you with that drum tho
We ain't goin' blow for blow
Just bangin' on the bongo
Rat-ta tat tat
Lookin kinda flat
But I'ma
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady,
WHASSUP?!
Chorus: {vocal samples)
"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->
Lazarus
Just black baby where my soul be at
Star spelled backwards is rats let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
One step
Hazordus no you don't like lazarus
Just black baby
Where my soul be at
Star spelled backwards is rats
Let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with
now, my head pounds: rattling RAT-TAT-TAT-TA~
Don’t you show me a NONSENSE made of the words you heard
from some absurd, unfounded beliefs.
See that
on over, don’t keep me waiting
Drummer playin that a rat ta tat tat
C/
Ooo, I like it like that
V2/
Swimming pools filled with gasoline,
Cheap cigars
song
So move it like that Rat-a-tat-tat
Now we'll comprend that, you know where it's at
Just come around
If you want to have a good time
If you
Rat-tat-tat-tat how bout that
Pure siamese, oh, it's Moana the cat
Don't get in her face
Scratch and bite, oh, don't chase
She's a kitty with very expensive taste
She don't know how to act, woo, yeah
Back with that rat-tat-tat-tat
That dressed in all black
That stepped the fuck back shit (move)
That grown man
me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
Just like that
I ain't fixin' to be
south niggaz make the planet rock
MIDWEST, too much ass in one room
Rat-a-tat tat-a-tat tat-a-tat BOOM
Make dat ass hop, make dat ass hop
All da
store
He heard all them claps with a round of applause
Spit at your back and you lie on the floor
Rat-a-tat-tat and you go see the lord
Bitch like
People that love can you fall back
Heart is on cold, Got a cold tat
Trust no one but my own pack
Niggas by my side but they all rats
You a fake ass
quickly I react wit that
boom boom boom
nigga
rat-tat-tat-tat
Juicy,Paul,and Scarecrow
are rollin in that bucket low
and they causin some static
so
the jack strapped wit a fat gat all my niggas down to rat tat tat tat west coast bad boys we was yelling now west coast mafia regime and thug zellin nigga
slippedy slide
Let Me Ride on these niggaz, check em nine double-m fully tech em
Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em
Buck red hot ones at em, aim
Subtracting you haters one by one deep is how we fuckin come
Rat-tat-tat-tat b-izz-ack full of teflons
Peepin through my mask Im leavin my eyebrows
you act like that?
Shut up nigga, clack, clack, clack
Pat, pat, pat
Rat, tat, tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga, I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave
You're in the rat pack trap Smirking wet cheeks
We slurp from gutters of yesterweeks
Now don't be a cat and throw a scat to
The G-flat chitchat tingly tat
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