2Stxpid - Pest Control Anthem

Vion bounce through the cut, all black tinted windows, and we gon' tap it
Hella goofies dead, ain't sweet talking, boy we get up to smacking
Do his ass like Duck, we slide in any weather, do the packing
XD put your lights out, AR-Ps and chops and Glocks, we slamming
Told that bitch get back for his partner, ain't shooting on that drill
Keep on yapping on that live, that's the type shit that get you killed
You ain't ever been outside, keep on pump faking, you ain't real
Slide through his set, bullets gon' fly and we gon' get his lil ass filled
YPC, GBG, Yung Pest Control, we be demonstrating
X'n out all of rats and we ain't doing no more playing
A1 shoot to kill, she buck a right down Lemay, choppas spraying
M sixteen ain't got no silencer, break down your door, we raiding
That boy got cracked up in the hallway, how you let them hit you up?
Why you all up in my DM? Get outside, pick up a gun
Just got me a brand new choppa, better keep your lil head tucked
I know the goofies hella mad, you can't touch me, I'm staying up
D3 jack him for that Draco, ran off on his ass
They steady dissing, say I'm trash and B2 cannot rap
You can't say shit to my face, yeah, I'm talking straight to Cash
Everyone know that you ain't on shit and you ain't finna blast
Told bronem buckle up, swerve the box on the e-way, no crashing
I got them killers tailing, hop out with them sticks, they get to cracking
He ain't shoot shit, he ain't shooting nothing, why the fuck he keep on capping?
Task force bounce down Hampton, two twin G nineteens they get to clapping
Burning shit up, two oppas in a Wood, fuck a Dutch
Smoking on C, he ain't pop out and that boy, he pulled up
Your partner three foot, he 'bout to be another three on bruh
Ninteen-eleven rip through his face, we leave him in the mud
I'm extra grimey, extra slimy, goofballs acting like they hard
Pussy boys, they always capping, they ain't out here playing ball
Shoot like I'm Kyrie with this fifteen, I'ma pull up, kill them all
Five-five-six gon' knock him over, watch that boy, how quick he fall
Keep that static on the net, you ain't bucking out, take the wheel
YPC, we stomping shit, we get up on your ass for real
On New Hampshire down to Lordshill, got them pipes, we clutching steel
Caught your ass down in the cut, but you ain't finna shoot for real
Take it back to August, told them I was dissing on your mans
Walking up the stairs, you sent that big ass bitch to throw his hands
Now his ass in SCOPE, he got ten hours, know y'all asses mad
You was really bitch, you ain't pop out, come here and get it fast
Yelling out my name and you keep saying you smoking my pack
Bryce keep wanting beef, like "who the fuck is you?", get off my sack
We them Stxpid Boyz, we get shit done and we doing all the packing
Swerving in this new bought SRT, you ain't on shit, I'm laughing
Affton goofies K for life, don't go through here, yeah, this our section
Tried to set my ass up with that bitch, I gave the wrong direction
Told her spin back twice and A1 saw lil Mikey, he was lacking
They was in the cut the cut, "bah, bah, bah" but they ain't get to blasting
Now it's February, A1 on the mic, go Back two Back
D3 dropping Hot Shyt, fuck lil Phinney, his ass turned to rat
Sitting in the stu, just writing down, now it's my turn to rap
Yung Pest Control mop them up, Cash crunching fours, he ain't on that
Caught us in the lawn but you a bitch and you ain't finna blow
Posted at my crib, but you a pussy, you been ducking smoke
"Not afraid to catch a case", that's what you told me, ain't it, Cole?
Stay true to your word or don't say shit if your ass got the loc
While I'm at it, fuck your clique and all them dudes you call your friends
Run they mouth up on the net, they fold in person, that I bet
Phinney, why you talking hot when you was snitching, you a fed
We three deep, we get you gone, we trying to paint your block up red
Bronem hit the e-brake, time to hop out, we bouncing through cuts
Better pray to God that we don't find you, we gon' send you up
Aiming for your top, three hundred shots, you better keep it tucked
Stop being a goofy, go play ball and come and get your shit back in blood
We them Nugget Tapperzz, get shit done, you boys gon' die for dissing
Get up Cash with your bitch ass, we put you on a shirt like Skiddy
Come through here, get served here, up that pole, you better not get whacked
Hit him in his face, that's a K.O., we take him off the map

Written by:
Benjamin Ceric

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