J. Solo - RATS

Everyone that knows me, they know one thing, I hate rats
You know, when we started killing them in Borough Hall
You know, some of the same folks that are criticizing us now
Called me a murderer because I was killing rats

Well, you know what, we're gonna kill rats
The rats are absolutely going to hate this announcement
The rats don't run this city, we do
We have achieved a monumental victory

In humanity's war against rats
We are taking the fight to the rats
This is not Ratatouille
Rats are not our friends

Ay, bitch, we don't fuck with rats
Put them in a box and chop his head off and send it back
I got the paperwork, it ain't nothing but some facts
Put a bag on your head, it ain't nothing but some racks

Yo, bitch, you suck me up, I get the low, I'm sending threats
All these niggas pussy, that's why I be killing all the rats
I slapped you in your face and took your chain, bitch, go get it back
I'm a maniac, I'm insane

You don't do no leg shots, I'm aiming for your fucking brain
I want this head top, put it on the Christmas tree
I'm a fucking maniac, bitch, you better not play with me
I be hanging with them Haitians, huh, throw them fucking Zs

If you playing with my brother, huh, put your ass to sleep
I be making all this money, huh, you know how I be
If you want exotic bags, then you gotta pay the fee
This ho tryna set me up, she don't know her ABCs

I be killing all the rats and I be rapping on these beats
Ay, bitch, I exterminate some shit
All these pussy niggas talking, they ain't never hit no lick
All these pussy niggas talking, there ain't never been no shit

Bag on your head, damn man walking, you should've never did that shit
Ay, we smoking on rats
All these pussy niggas pissed
How the fuck you tryna diss when you ain't even drop no dicks

Headshots, ain't no leg shots, bitch, I'm heaven sent
Why the fuck you pocket watching, bitch, don't worry about that shit
I be sipping on that dirty yank dirty drank
All these niggas pussy, when they come around, they start to stank

I'm a scamming nigga, punch made dev, who you bank
Blasting with this 40, I ain't got no paint
Drug dealer, it's a dope day
Casting on niggas, like a net, it ain't crochet

Painting pictures, what I see
I don't care what you say
I keep talking bout niggas, I run this shit
I talk my shit

Written by:
Jayshaun Jones

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