Lyrics:
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
up" "That's all, man" "Be a better man"
"And you gon'
You gon' come out on your own way
Whatever how you gon' take it, man
Fuck it" "Rat Pack niggas"
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
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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
grind
Then she tried to call a nigga phone two times
But I ain't worried bout it cause a nigga got two lines two lines
Aye aye two times
Get a pack
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
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two L's
(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching,
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,
maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
And spilling liters of blood like swimmin'
reaction
Which only sets off a chain reaction
And puts five more zainiac than maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine
Two .40 Glocks with big dicks, they go rat-ta-tat
Shit too brazy, gotta adapt to my habitat
I bought it at a store, told, "We ain't paying nun'
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'
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
at the start of 1971, by the way. Best of vol.2, 1973 is the first actual Bee Gees album that had it. This is their second recording of it; that first one, was
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
Treat us so
Raw raw
Treat us so
Rat a tat tat rat a tat tat
Treat us so
Raw raw
Treat us so
9 - 5
6 - 2
Overnight
4 till noon
Unemployed
Got a job
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
dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by
See through my bag
Pack
But i can't dance im not that
Black
Yahhh
She think i rap
Fast
Say that again i ain't catch
That
Yahhh
No snitch in the rat
dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by
maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack ten
Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters
And spilling liters of blood like swimmin'
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