[Intro]
\nBrrt
\n(Hey fuck you man)
\nBrrt
\nShiesty'd up, I'm in your trenches, fully ducker, it's a problem (Nigga)
\n(Who do I trust?)
\nBrrrrt
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\n[Chorus]
\nShiesty'd up, I'm in your trenches, fully ducker, it's a problem
\nKit, shape, clip with a switch on the Glock and release them hot ones
\nI'm turnt up, stuck in the life 'cause you know I get the job done
\nAnd my youngins still camping the bush, you don't wanna hit the trap tryna get your own [?]
\n
\n[Verse 1]
\nWhere you going? You know you can't run
\nYour wheels get boxed [?] guns
\nWanna talk on my name, are you dumb?
\nLouie bag, guns zipped, that's how your niggas get done
\nRat boy rat on my dogs, now you slumped
\nBitch ass nigga got nosed, hit his gun
\nTalking about created this and creatеd that, bitch, we the ones crеating packs
\nI'm so creepy, I walk in my mask
\nYou, you're a hoe and your head will get tapped
\nFull auto my glitch, I slam in the hassle
\nSkinny the bullets go right through the man
\nFuck you kid, why you try to move like you tough?
\nI ain't never heard of you bitch
\nSkinny lil 'Mali boy look like a roach
\nYou can get stepped on too like a insect
\nQuick slide, jump up, burn up his skin
\nI'm a fucked up guy with a compact bitch
\nLo' shit, got blitz on the knock on the tip
\nI get live, lil' boy you're a bitch
\nPark up the wheels on the K boy lifts
\nSwap out and we burn up the K boy crib
\nJust got soft [?] so we on it
\nTry to leave that boy in a ditch
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\n[Verse 2]
\nNiggas don't step, I know that rappin' is cap
\nAll of these niggas are bitch, I put the beam to his neck
\nIf he duck in a glizz then I'm probably gon' peel off his wig
\nLet me just focus my aim, tighten my grip
\nBoth hands how dump out the clip
\nAnd I'm still working my case, caught licking my P.O
\nYou are not safe niggas still getin' hit
\nLike I'm trying to see something fly
\nBitch nigga steppin', this bitch ass boy gonna die
\nI got a fifth gen Glock with a switch on the back, take a clip and I'm trying to go slide
\nI go like (Hawk tuah), slap to a bitch nigga face 'cause he know he don't ride
\nAnd I be tweaking on roads and the knocks on my waist so pressed cause I'm not on time
\nMan call me Vip, my skits from the sides, your main, hoe let me cum on her thighs
\nOh I'm out my bid or it's me and the guys
\nYour roads get flipped, how we come for the rides
\nThey don't even be on the road
\nThis shit nigga say is all I hop out and they hide
\nI'm in your trench right now, on a opp block, fit ski'd up, try to see something die
\nMad, fuck that, I'm fucking this hoe
\nMe, I'm a snake, so I come for your throat
\nKid, you're a bitch, you don't step for your bros
\nThey call me demon, come for your soul
\nMy, lil' homie camp at your home
\nI'm so lava, don't talk on the phone
\nThat nigga a bitch, he can't drill on his own
\nMe, I get the free car, spin it alone
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\n[Chorus]
\nShiesty'd up, I'm in your trenches, fully ducker, it's a problem
\nKit, shape, clip with a switch on the Glock and release them hot ones
\nI'm turnt up, stuck in the life 'cause you know I get the job done
\nAnd my youngins still camping the bush, you don't wanna hit the trap tryna get your own [?]
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\n[Outro]
\nI said not a word, it means all lips sealed
\nAnd it's all rats dead, how I step, If you say too much you gurked with a steel
\nNo, I don't really give me a fuck if the opp boys hurt, nigga, fuck how they feel
\nBig Mac, large fries, and a coke really all that it took for that nigga to squeal (Brrt)
\nRat boy, rat boy, rat\n\n
