Lyrics:
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos
Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout
I hold the burner on the delo
In this age
niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos
Over sore
Twelve is at the door, did I hear screaming
That's a rat trap
Walking down the block I see a pack of zombies
They're desperate for some change, keep
New York City actresses ("Rat Pack niggas")
I broke in the game and
Destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages
Yea
Too many fakes my crew hesitate been fooled by the fakes we knew
Gotta come prove that's a fact that you not a rat get rolled in a pack like dude
and you put fake minks on your back that's not a good look/
This is 2005 music
Live music
Make you wanna lean to the side
And drive stupid
I'm roca wear
Rat Pack, get that shit tatted
Fuck with me on Snapchat
Talk shit and get clapped back
Only carry-on is my backpack
When I jetset like a war vet
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
to your girl and I chat and I chit
6 Pack of cans in my bag
And that's every Saturday
Pull up to yo girl
And I'm all like heyyy
Bring her to the crib no god
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
was in my lap and on my head was a top hat
While I was sitting at a table with a rabbit and a rat
And the hand I was dealt with was either sanity
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
Just enough that the rats are nearing
Cause where there's blood there's feast and famine
Makes murder a meal
And the cheap wall clock will stop at one
that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill
For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
all rats
I see the snakes in the tall grass
Tilt the brim on my ball cap
Pour the Rem in my tall glass
And fall back
Cuz I’m all rap
Freight Train lay
on my arm, it's only 10PM
Now the rat-pack with me going ham at the hotel
Name brand everything, fuck a wholesale
No, I am not materialistic
I was
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