Rats (feat. Lil Hunter)

Seen hella snakes act like my friend Call nine one one on my ass what a fed You all be some rats, you don't know the code Try to violate me, imma go beast mode Got like five glocks up in my cushions Bitches want smoke till they see that I'm pushin Cops at my crib, safe 2 say reports out the ass Bitches stay snitchin yet so broke can't get gas All these kids suckin dick look hella lame Started ground up put you all to fuckin shame Remember when I had nothing now I got gang Press your shit make you cry and admit that you plain A fat rat on their phone, sell me out what a hoe Cant you see you a snitch and that you really low Even still cant let a snitch get in my way I'll be watchin you from the trees in the middle of the day Posted up like a snake in the grass Bang goes the bullets leave you out hella fast Cant trip on a snitch, I ain't petty Chop their head off with a fuckin machette Rats talk to cops, really some losers Snitch on me pullin up wit the bruisers Seen hella snakes act like my friend Call nine one one on my ass what a fed You all be some rats, you don't know the code Try to violate me, imma go beast mode Beast mode it is I don't even have no friends You ignore me all you want but I'm a lonely son of a bitch Never too funny never too much for the man Never speak on my wins I had trouble fitting in Maybe you don't understand I'm like skirt Only wanna talk about the work You can't help if you won't help ya self first Go cry to mommy I'll beat on yo ass make you feel sorry You snitched on him and used the system like illuminati They're all lame I'm always rubbing off the paint I could make these bitches shake Ass quake you don't wanna flip the page I'm seismic flipping packs of cocaine call it diamond Paid all my taxes I feel I could say I'm enlightened IRS on my ass the situation got me frightened I just want enough money so I can buy a dyson Airing out the opps while I'm riding on my bison Gimme problems plus or minus ima solve it without violence Seen hella snakes act like my friend Call nine one one on my ass what a fed You all be some rats, you don't know the code Try to violate me, imma go beast mode Pull up on the scene, glock in the band Pounds in the stoley shit in high demand Trap out a pound while gunnin a mac I'm gunnin one hundred with a pound in the back Whip past hella cops, they all on my ass Cant pull over, got like two pounds of gas They on the rolla, call it in I'm out so fast on a little whim Beast mode on the fuckin freeway We goin out so fast with no leeway Every month the cops posted on the corner Rat ass bitches look like some loners Seen hella snakes act like my friend Call nine one one on my ass what a fed You all be some rats, you don't know the code Try to violate me, imma go beast mode