Rat Runners

Run up on me, please try your luck
Nigga, stick to beats, yo' music suck
Lil' boy, give Summrs back his gun
Play with lil' Faygo and you can't run
Hit a blitz right now, lil' boy get rushed
Get a plate right now, lil' boy, you lunch
These niggas be thinkin' they untouched
'Til they find out I don't give no fucks

(Oh shit, a rat)
Yeah (uh-uh-uh), yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, whoa
Only take one call (go)
Only take one call

Quit dissin' up in your song
When you know you ain't with it at all
It really only take one call
Nigga keep playin', I'ma send lil' Kankan home (bih!)

How you gonna block? Can't diss me
Choppa got kick, get a lot of my crispy
These lil' niggas too feminine for me
How your name Kankan but you act like a Courtney?

God, why you make these niggas so corny?
Hit a lil' lick, I'ma have to extort him
Chop to his face and that bitch hold forty
All in your house like motherfuckin' Cory

I'm fuckin' this thot, and she do as I say so
Pourin' that Fanta, I'm pourin' the mango
Fuck that even mean? Nigga, fuck is a Faygo?
Oh brother, this guy stinks

Ha-ha-ha, yeah, laughin'
Boy, I can't wait 'til I catch you in traffic
Make that lil' boy disappear like magic
Bruh, how you go live on IG rantin'? (Go)
You ain't with no action
Some of these Slayworld, these niggas be cappin'
Talk real tough but it won't ever happen
You need a Grammy, then way you be actin'?

Run up on me, please try your luck
Nigga, stick to beats, yo' music suck
Lil' boy, give Summrs back his gun
Play with lil' Faygo and you can't run
Hit a blitz right now, lil' boy get rushed
Get a plate right now, lil' boy, you lunch
These niggas be thinkin' they untouched
'Til they find out, I don't give no fucks

So what happened when Jay pulled up?
Boy, we already know you a weird-ass nigga
Your IG be flexin' them guns
But we already know you ain't blowin' shit, nigga
You was havin' too much fun
You was writin' that lil'-ass wack-ass verse
I'ma leave his mama, oh-so hurt
When I put her son up in a hearse (yeah, yeah)

Finna be a lesson you gon' learn
Keep playin' with fire, then you get burned
Keep playin' with me, you gon' get worked
Don't wanna have to leave that boy in the dirt
Don't wanna have to leave that boy on a shirt
In front of him, I just turn that boy into a merch
That nigga slumped, that lil' boy off a Perc'
That little boy becomin' one with the Earth

So what happened when Jay pulled up?
Boy, we already know you a weird-ass nigga
Your IG be flexin' them guns
But we already know you ain't blowin' shit, nigga

You was havin' too much fun
You was writin' that lil'-ass wack-ass verse
I'ma leave his mama, oh-so hurt
When I put her son up in a hearse (yeah, yeah)

Finna be a lesson you gon' learn
Keep playin' with fire, then you get burned
Keep playin' with me, you gon' get worked
Don't wanna have to leave that boy in the dirt



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Writer(s): Andre Burt
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