Ratz
I get tired of all these lil' niggas bitchin' (These niggas bitchin')
These niggas mouses so I call these niggas Mickey
Cannot go outside the crib without my fucking blicky
Why you fucking with the opps man?
Y'all both some snitches (Man what?)
Y'all some fucking rats man (Rats man, rats man)
Man just get your racks man (Racks man, racks man)
Dealing drugs, I'm pack man (Pack man, pack man)
Canari diamonds, Batman
He is soft, yeah he never catch a body, catch a body
Yeah, I been getting rich my name not Roddy, name not Roddy
I don't play with these boys, I feel like Carti, feel like Carti
You say you a drug addict, but you shaking off that Molly
That's my gang (Yeah), gang (Yeah)
Gang (Yeah), gang
Nigga got shot 'cause he being way too lame
Shot him three times with the K, 'cause he cannot hang
I got 911 bands crashin' in that plane (Man what?)
Where your fucking bands at?
Nigga, where the fuck yo hands at?, yeah
Broke ass nigga gonna need a transact, yeah
Yo brother fighting Juice WRLD, we smoking on his pack, yeah
I get tired of all these lil' niggas bitchin' (These niggas bitchin')
These niggas mouses so I call these niggas Mickey
Cannot go outside the crib without my fucking blicky
Why you fucking with the opps man?
Y'all both some snitches (Man what?)
Y'all some fucking rats man (Rats man, rats man)
Man just get your racks man (Racks man, racks man)
Dealing drugs, I'm pack man (Pack man, pack man)
Canari diamonds, Batman
Shh
Got a blicky on my side
Ima shoot while I ride
Ima shoot 'til I die
Big MAC came with some large fries
Man why that nigga gotta lie?
I just wanna see him try
Ima make his momma cry (Man what?)
Blicky on my dick, uh
Gucci on my fit, uh
They wanna take my drip, uh
I'm gone hit a lick, uh
I ain't falling for your tricks, yeah yo bitch hit
Nigga look at my face, it's his bitch lipstick
100k on my wrist, 100k on my wrist
100k on yo bitch, 100k on yo bitch
Why you gay for that dick? (Why you gay for that dick?)
It ain't breakfast time nigga, why you playing tricks?
I get tired of all these lil' niggas bitchin' (These niggas bitchin')
These niggas mouses so I call these niggas Mickey
Cannot go outside the crib without my fucking blicky
Why you fucking with the opps man?
Y'all both some snitches (Man what?)
Y'all some fucking rats man (Rats man, rats man)
Man just get your racks man (Racks man, racks man)
Dealing drugs, I'm pack man (Pack man, pack man)
Canari diamonds, Batman
These niggas mouses so I call these niggas Mickey
Cannot go outside the crib without my fucking blicky
Why you fucking with the opps man?
Y'all both some snitches (Man what?)
Y'all some fucking rats man (Rats man, rats man)
Man just get your racks man (Racks man, racks man)
Dealing drugs, I'm pack man (Pack man, pack man)
Canari diamonds, Batman
He is soft, yeah he never catch a body, catch a body
Yeah, I been getting rich my name not Roddy, name not Roddy
I don't play with these boys, I feel like Carti, feel like Carti
You say you a drug addict, but you shaking off that Molly
That's my gang (Yeah), gang (Yeah)
Gang (Yeah), gang
Nigga got shot 'cause he being way too lame
Shot him three times with the K, 'cause he cannot hang
I got 911 bands crashin' in that plane (Man what?)
Where your fucking bands at?
Nigga, where the fuck yo hands at?, yeah
Broke ass nigga gonna need a transact, yeah
Yo brother fighting Juice WRLD, we smoking on his pack, yeah
I get tired of all these lil' niggas bitchin' (These niggas bitchin')
These niggas mouses so I call these niggas Mickey
Cannot go outside the crib without my fucking blicky
Why you fucking with the opps man?
Y'all both some snitches (Man what?)
Y'all some fucking rats man (Rats man, rats man)
Man just get your racks man (Racks man, racks man)
Dealing drugs, I'm pack man (Pack man, pack man)
Canari diamonds, Batman
Shh
Got a blicky on my side
Ima shoot while I ride
Ima shoot 'til I die
Big MAC came with some large fries
Man why that nigga gotta lie?
I just wanna see him try
Ima make his momma cry (Man what?)
Blicky on my dick, uh
Gucci on my fit, uh
They wanna take my drip, uh
I'm gone hit a lick, uh
I ain't falling for your tricks, yeah yo bitch hit
Nigga look at my face, it's his bitch lipstick
100k on my wrist, 100k on my wrist
100k on yo bitch, 100k on yo bitch
Why you gay for that dick? (Why you gay for that dick?)
It ain't breakfast time nigga, why you playing tricks?
I get tired of all these lil' niggas bitchin' (These niggas bitchin')
These niggas mouses so I call these niggas Mickey
Cannot go outside the crib without my fucking blicky
Why you fucking with the opps man?
Y'all both some snitches (Man what?)
Y'all some fucking rats man (Rats man, rats man)
Man just get your racks man (Racks man, racks man)
Dealing drugs, I'm pack man (Pack man, pack man)
Canari diamonds, Batman
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