Rob em blind like I'm John Cina you can't see me
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
Keep that Glocky in my baggy that's my thingy
Put it on him he fold up and he start singing
Put it on em he gon spill his f*cking guts
He the type to go and throw his whole hood under the bus
I'll piece him to the rodents 'fore he ever rat on us
When it's that many snakes in the grass who can you trust?
You ain't got no stripes so how I'm 'posed to do some business witchu
F*ck you mean "go in on a brick"
I ain't split no pigeons witchu
My recipe passed down
Your uncle wasn't in the kitchen witchu
I talk to the boss
You talk to whoever run the mission witchu
We expose the phonies so I had to go an press the issue
You get your shit from a junky I get my shit from the migo
That's my ese he the one that put us on for half a kilo
Take it back remix it then I break that block down with my people
We don't get greedy cuz money the root of all evil
So do you send me no beats
I ain't gon wanna do no features
And I'm in the field wit no effort
You do the most from the bleachers
And I I be in the nosebleeds if you ever gon wanna reach us yea
Rob em blind like I'm John Cina you can't see me
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
Keep that Glocky in my baggy that's my thingy
Put it on him he fold up and he start singing
Put it on em he gon spill his f*cking gut
He the type to go and throw his whole hood under the bus
I'll piece him to the rodents 'fore he ever rat on us
Imani Semaj - Rats (Intro) Lyrics
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Rob em blind like I'm John Cina you can't see me
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
Keep that Glocky in my baggy that's my thingy
Put it on him he fold up and he start singing
Put it on em he gon spill his f*cking guts
He the type to go and throw his whole hood under the bus
I'll piece him to the rodents 'fore he ever rat on us
When it's that many snakes in the grass who can you trust?
You ain't got no stripes so how I'm 'posed to do some business witchu
F*ck you mean "go in on a brick"
I ain't split no pigeons witchu
My recipe passed down
Your uncle wasn't in the kitchen witchu
I talk to the boss
You talk to whoever run the mission witchu
We expose the phonies so I had to go an press the issue
You get your shit from a junky I get my shit from the migo
That's my ese he the one that put us on for half a kilo
Take it back remix it then I break that block down with my people
We don't get greedy cuz money the root of all evil
So do you send me no beats
I ain't gon wanna do no features
And I'm in the field wit no effort
You do the most from the bleachers
And I I be in the nosebleeds if you ever gon wanna reach us yea
Rob em blind like I'm John Cina you can't see me
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
Keep that Glocky in my baggy that's my thingy
Put it on him he fold up and he start singing
Put it on em he gon spill his f*cking gut
He the type to go and throw his whole hood under the bus
I'll piece him to the rodents 'fore he ever rat on us
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
Keep that Glocky in my baggy that's my thingy
Put it on him he fold up and he start singing
Put it on em he gon spill his f*cking guts
He the type to go and throw his whole hood under the bus
I'll piece him to the rodents 'fore he ever rat on us
When it's that many snakes in the grass who can you trust?
You ain't got no stripes so how I'm 'posed to do some business witchu
F*ck you mean "go in on a brick"
I ain't split no pigeons witchu
My recipe passed down
Your uncle wasn't in the kitchen witchu
I talk to the boss
You talk to whoever run the mission witchu
We expose the phonies so I had to go an press the issue
You get your shit from a junky I get my shit from the migo
That's my ese he the one that put us on for half a kilo
Take it back remix it then I break that block down with my people
We don't get greedy cuz money the root of all evil
So do you send me no beats
I ain't gon wanna do no features
And I'm in the field wit no effort
You do the most from the bleachers
And I I be in the nosebleeds if you ever gon wanna reach us yea
Rob em blind like I'm John Cina you can't see me
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
Keep that Glocky in my baggy that's my thingy
Put it on him he fold up and he start singing
Put it on em he gon spill his f*cking gut
He the type to go and throw his whole hood under the bus
I'll piece him to the rodents 'fore he ever rat on us
Writer: Imani Rangel
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