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Bitches rats, nigga
I'ma tell it how everything happened nigga, no cap
Let's go
These bitches rats, nigga
These bitches rats, nigga
Woke up in the morning smokin' shhh, bitch I'm high as hell
Just the day before, my sister called me say she need some help
She say a nigga tryna' beat her up I'm finna raise hell
Now I'm tryna lurk but I'm like damn I just got outta jail
Fuck it I'm on dummy I can't let 'em play with family bro
I'm at her mama crib, she stay in Texas wit' her granny though
Got me second guessin', I'm a savage just like pappy though
Like should I really so this shit? We only share a daddy hoe
Chillin' with Lil Dre and Rodney they like "We gon' do this shit?"
But I'm like "Yeah, bitch I'm heated Draco got a coolin' kit"
No I can't let this nigga hit my sister on some stupid shit
But then again she beefin' with this nigga 'bout a goofy bitch
Fuck it, that's my sister, know her brother 'nem some lunatics
Really got some murder on my mind, I'm on some demon shit
Thinkin' to myself, like how I'm finna R.I.P. the bitch
Tryna knock 'em off, this mini Draco big I gotta leave this bitch
Hop up in the car, we got a XD and a Forty Cal
Did three hours on the road, then we made it to her granny house
Chop it up, they say they tryna eat at Texas Roadhouse
But I ain't really tryna eat, I'm tryna run a nigga down
Fuck it, I just play my role, we pull up to the dine in
Thinkin' buddy might just show up, bitch I brought that iron in
Feelin' like a time out, I think it's time to time in
I told her call dude, whole time he blowing up her phone
Damn nigga, where you at? I'm tryna see what niggas on
Nigga get to yellin' in the phone, he better watch his tone
Nigga just don't know, I'm finna pull up tryna get 'em gone
Now I'm turnt, so I grab the phone and I walk outside
Yeah I'm bold as fuck, I get to callin' bro on FaceTime
I hope this nigga clutchin' on some iron, because I got mine
And if he do, I hope that he gon' blow 'cause I'ma pop mine
He see me and bro 'nem say we deep, so he gon' drop the lo'
I'm like "Alright bet lil' bro grab sister" like "It's time to go"
I can't wait to see this nigga brains all on the fuckin' floor
I don't give a fuck if he ain't no opp, I'm still gon' up the score
Later on that night he drop the lo', we get to pullin' up
We only got two heaters in this truck, but it's like five of us
Three shooters, two girls, this steppin' shit between us
Lil Rodney say he gon' sit this one out, so me and Dre was up
Once we hit the block, we see 'bout twenty people in the street
Think we finna fight, they just don't know, we hoppin' out on feet
Fuck her mans, we hop out get to sparkin', shells up in the street
Prayin' that I hit 'em cause it's dark and I can barley see
Dump my whole clip, I get to runnin' back up to the truck
Niggas get to bussin' back, no bullets, I'm like "What the fuck?"
My sister mama lookin' stuck like she ain't never slid before
Duckin' down the window shoutin' "Damn they just shot my bruh"
These niggas hoes, nigga
These niggas rats, these niggas hoes, niggas
And these bitches rats too, nigga
To be continued nigga, no cap