Racks (Rats and Bitches)
[Intro]
Like n***a who the fuck is you?
Rats and y'all bitches
[Chorus]
You n***as talk 'bout clickin' up, that's somethin' fo' don't do
And they sayin' fuck the A, like n***a who the fuck is you?
Heard you know your dog told and you still fuck wit dude
You n***as speakin on that biz tellin' hoes what you gone do
[Verse]
N***a what you gone do to me I keep that thang with me
If I see you on that foolery, I'm hoppin' out on feet
You n***as shootin' at the corner just to go on live and tweet
Bitch we posted in 14th, you come back there you ain't gone leave
We steady droppin' lo's and you n***as ain't spinnin'
Talkin' 'bout go up the score, you better check it bitch we winnin'
Y'all clicked up with four different hoods just to play it safe
Why you speakin' on the n***as to a hoe? You n***as gay
Y'all ain't tryna get yo man's if I don't see you get your partner
And brodie what gun you want? He say he wanna hold that chopper
We the ones terrorizing n***as, you better go ask about us
Brodie like that (fff, fff), but I'm gonna stick to deuce deuce
If I see me a opp, I'm like Curry, I like to shoot
And I'm aimin' at his head, make sure that lil' n***a dead
Leave that boy right on the scene, go home and see him on the screen
And they bury him in two weeks, and we spin again the same week
[Chorus]
You n***as talk 'bout clickin' up, that's somethin' fo' don't do
And they sayin' fuck the A, like n***a who the fuck is you?
Heard you know your dog told and you still fuck wit dude
You n***as speakin on that biz tellin' hoes what you gone do
[Outro]
What you gone do to me?
Like n***a who the fuck is you?
Rats and y'all bitches
[Chorus]
You n***as talk 'bout clickin' up, that's somethin' fo' don't do
And they sayin' fuck the A, like n***a who the fuck is you?
Heard you know your dog told and you still fuck wit dude
You n***as speakin on that biz tellin' hoes what you gone do
[Verse]
N***a what you gone do to me I keep that thang with me
If I see you on that foolery, I'm hoppin' out on feet
You n***as shootin' at the corner just to go on live and tweet
Bitch we posted in 14th, you come back there you ain't gone leave
We steady droppin' lo's and you n***as ain't spinnin'
Talkin' 'bout go up the score, you better check it bitch we winnin'
Y'all clicked up with four different hoods just to play it safe
Why you speakin' on the n***as to a hoe? You n***as gay
Y'all ain't tryna get yo man's if I don't see you get your partner
And brodie what gun you want? He say he wanna hold that chopper
We the ones terrorizing n***as, you better go ask about us
Brodie like that (fff, fff), but I'm gonna stick to deuce deuce
If I see me a opp, I'm like Curry, I like to shoot
And I'm aimin' at his head, make sure that lil' n***a dead
Leave that boy right on the scene, go home and see him on the screen
And they bury him in two weeks, and we spin again the same week
[Chorus]
You n***as talk 'bout clickin' up, that's somethin' fo' don't do
And they sayin' fuck the A, like n***a who the fuck is you?
Heard you know your dog told and you still fuck wit dude
You n***as speakin on that biz tellin' hoes what you gone do
[Outro]
What you gone do to me?