Rat Runners

Run up on me, please try your luck
Nigga, stick to beats, your 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 thinking they untouched
Shoot in front them, I don't give no fucks
Oh shit, a rat
Yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah
Woah
Only take one call
Only take one call

Quit dissing up in your song
When you know you ain't with it all
It really only take one call
Nigga keep playing, I'ma send lil' Kankan home
How you gonna block? Can't diss me
Chopper got kick [?] 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 motherfucking Cory

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

Ha-ha-ha, yeah, laughing
Boy, I can't wait till I catch you in traffic
Make that lil' boy disappear like magic
Bruh, how you go live on IG rattin'? (Go)
You ain't with no action
Some of these Slayworld, these niggas be capping
Talk real tough but it won't ever happen
You need a Grammy the way you be acting
Run up on me, please try your luck
Nigga, stick to beats, your 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 thinking they untouched
Shoot in front, no, 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 flexing them guns
But we already know you ain't blowing shit, nigga
You was having too much fun
You was writing that lil'-ass wack-ass verse
I'ma leave his mama, um, so hurt
When I put her son up in a hearse (Yeah, yeah)
Finna be a lesson you gon' learn
Keep playing with fire then you get burned
Keep playing 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
[?] just turn that boy into merch
That nigga slumped, that lil' boy off a Perc
That little boy becoming one with the Earth

So what happened when Jay pulled up?
Boy, we already know you a weird-ass nigga
Your IG be flexing them guns
But we already know you ain't blowing shit, nigga
You was having too much fun
You was writing that lil'-ass wack-ass verse
I'ma leave his mama, um, so hurt
When I put her son up in a hearse (Yeah, yeah)
Finna be a lesson you gon' learn
Keep playing with fire then you get burned
Keep playing with me, you gon' get worked
Don't wanna have to leave that boy in the dirt