No Rats (feat. Tr30 Cinco)
Aint fucking wit snitches
Aint fucking wit rats
I call the plug up and fuck up them racks
I got bags on bags serving all them sacks
They popping that shit
But they aint talking facts
Im fully loaded you know that we strapped
I keep one in the head you know I can't look back
Yeah
I done made it through a lot of shit I aint looking back
I peep the bullshit I see that you a rat
Come around wit that sucks shit
I start to fall back
Come around you a green nigga you get finessed
Come around and you playing nigga and you gone rest
You know I aint playing nigga im way too blessed
You know what im saying nigga
These all facts
When I pull up wit the sticks dog
I set the shit off
Wanna see me pissed off
Wit the pistol
Riding round blowing gas thinking bout some cash
Should I make this play?
Make that money fast
Let these niggas know I aint never lacking
Show my face than I go
I aint conversating and
I swear that im going up boutta make it and
Im feeling like im living life in the matrix
Aint fucking wit snitches
Aint fucking wit rats
I call the plug up and fuck up them racks
I got bags on bags serving all them sacks
They popping that shit
But they aint talking facts
Im fully loaded you know that we strapped
I keep one in the head you know I can't look back
Patna called my phone
Gotta drive across the city just to get them bags
Not going back and forth like Serena when getting racks
I work my move everywhere it aint no lookin back
I never thought in a million years Id be moving bags
Yeah
I got the trash bags loaded
Im on it, I want in
Im up in the morning recording like 3 in the morning
I got shit on my mind I be on it
I pull up I'm outside if you want me
I aint hiding I got pistols thats loaded
I came a long way from smoking them roaches
I do me I don't have no emotions
When you living like this you can't have no opponents
Knock em off
(Pahh-Pahh-Pahh)
Thats a motive
Riding round and we looking for water
To drop yo ass off and fish in the morning
Aint fucking wit snitches
Aint fucking wit rats
I call the plug up and fuck up them racks
I got bags on bags serving all them sacks
They popping that shit
But they aint talking facts
Im fully loaded you know that we strapped
I keep one in the head you know I can't look back
Aint fucking wit rats
I call the plug up and fuck up them racks
I got bags on bags serving all them sacks
They popping that shit
But they aint talking facts
Im fully loaded you know that we strapped
I keep one in the head you know I can't look back
Yeah
I done made it through a lot of shit I aint looking back
I peep the bullshit I see that you a rat
Come around wit that sucks shit
I start to fall back
Come around you a green nigga you get finessed
Come around and you playing nigga and you gone rest
You know I aint playing nigga im way too blessed
You know what im saying nigga
These all facts
When I pull up wit the sticks dog
I set the shit off
Wanna see me pissed off
Wit the pistol
Riding round blowing gas thinking bout some cash
Should I make this play?
Make that money fast
Let these niggas know I aint never lacking
Show my face than I go
I aint conversating and
I swear that im going up boutta make it and
Im feeling like im living life in the matrix
Aint fucking wit snitches
Aint fucking wit rats
I call the plug up and fuck up them racks
I got bags on bags serving all them sacks
They popping that shit
But they aint talking facts
Im fully loaded you know that we strapped
I keep one in the head you know I can't look back
Patna called my phone
Gotta drive across the city just to get them bags
Not going back and forth like Serena when getting racks
I work my move everywhere it aint no lookin back
I never thought in a million years Id be moving bags
Yeah
I got the trash bags loaded
Im on it, I want in
Im up in the morning recording like 3 in the morning
I got shit on my mind I be on it
I pull up I'm outside if you want me
I aint hiding I got pistols thats loaded
I came a long way from smoking them roaches
I do me I don't have no emotions
When you living like this you can't have no opponents
Knock em off
(Pahh-Pahh-Pahh)
Thats a motive
Riding round and we looking for water
To drop yo ass off and fish in the morning
Aint fucking wit snitches
Aint fucking wit rats
I call the plug up and fuck up them racks
I got bags on bags serving all them sacks
They popping that shit
But they aint talking facts
Im fully loaded you know that we strapped
I keep one in the head you know I can't look back
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Writer(s): Isaiah Johnson
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