Lyrics:
[Intro/Chorus:]
4 pound, hit you up with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)
and when it
blindfolded
Gave a lady some wrinkle cream out of rat poop
You might just laugh so hard your skull cracks
Brain spills thick blood shooting out like
sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could
Runnin with the wolves
But I'm surrounded by rats
Only care about themselves
Only care about their wealth
Knowing that they Gotta sell
Get me off this
Put that on everything ...yea i just wanna rap swear i wanna leave the trap if it works i swear ill leave everything ... my dawg turn't to a rat
Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
Y'all was talking to the feds, no we don't fuck with the rats
You got smacked by me lil dude, why you ain't
riches
Now his bitch is my bitch
Ain't that a trip how I'm a crip
But I won't hesitate to test another rip
See that's the plan I was brainwashed not
she nah tek ah bag ah man in her house (listen)
Doh judge ah book by di cover (listen)
Respect every girl like yuh madda
Some ah dem ah devil dawg, me
Y'all running with them rats looking like Tekashi (Rats)
Pest control spin 'ya block until I'm nauseous (Boom boom)
Big banger turn a nigga block
gone
Cousin Chuy callin' Got it by the boat load
This Quarantine got my trips getting postponed
Hard to trust niggas got me moving solo
I call Rocc hit
Kwakiutl! Kik!
Some of theserather taratasters
trapped hyra tchere thaped
the anadondak ram ma lat
round by Krul to Pat the lat
rat
snitching he is a rat
He showed 12 where them shooters at
If the rap game was a track
I'd be Usain Bolt when I am running laps
Running laps
Running laps
many hoes you would swear i was a pimp
Youngest motherfucker in my city
Did it by myself, fuck your crew fuck your committee
I don't care about
hanging with that fuck nigga
Still expect me to say what's up nigga
Lucky you met me you out of luck nigga
Won't test me I bet a buck nigga
Boss bitch in
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
the snakes an rats don't even hide
Moved across the states right by the beach cause it's a better vibe
Telling em i'm going up again you know what never mind
I
Hey what’s good? I go by Phr3sh
Spit ammo need bullet proof vest
Better suit up boy, no Sunday Best
Gonna check that ass, I pass my test
I hop
That's by myself
Count on me man and nobody else
The miles that
I've gained
With the aim
Use my brain
Things change
Those memories you can't relive
sympathise with no pussy if any man want test me i'll send him to da gulag
This long one Ain't got no silencer
Aim it from afar
My Smith and wesson line em up
it’s up then it’s stuck
You know what is up nigga
So boy don’t test me
You can tell by the way I'm stepping
This shit like lethal weapon
No need for no
bitch don't ever test me, ho
If I fucked up once, you fucked up twice, so ho, you gotta go
Listen deep, this pimpin' really quick before I split your
part of a test
We Won't rob if you have less
Get all the loot, save none for the rest
Welcome to our boom time, you're our special guest
When we fight
I'm not for da games nah nigga ion with that
.45 Go insane you playin it blow ya shit bakk
I ain't worried bout them niggas sayin they gon test us (Huh)
Discuss these rat by test dept Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In