Rat K Lyrics – BAK Jay

[Jace]

And on my kids, ’cause you gotta chill the fu*k out on my kids

This music s*it—you’re trying to make it real life

N!ggas be at the crib and s*it

[Jayc]

This s*it is real life, n!gga. Real smoke, n!gga. Fu*k this man

[Jace]

You wanna take it there? All my n!ggas are either dead or in jail

[Jayc]

Haha, dead-ass pu*sy ass n!gga, shut up

[Chorus]

They had me stuck in the crib for the past eight months

Now a n!gga’s outside straight thugging (Straight, thugging)

I push up on whoever was talking that s*it

Swear to God y’all ain’t on nothing (Push up, push up)

Hold on—shopping and I don’t got a budget

And one day I spent ten times on rent (Your rent)

You ain’t gonna see me when I’m coming if I’m in that car, 5% tent (5% tent)

[Verse 1]

Boy, I’m a real deal tweaker, your b!tch gon’ beat it

‘Cause she fu*ks around with the reaper (Reaper)

You cannot run from this s*it—better know how I get

I’ll chase your ass down like a cheater

Ay, chase him; tell ’em to see she a bop, can’t date them

Bro, put the chop on his ass—rape him (Rape him)

Did what he did; ain’t no taking it back

Tell the opps we ain’t dropping no beef (Can’t take this s*it back)

Stuck up in the crib—it was boring a lot

Now I’m back outside touring (Touring, touring)

She wanna come just chill with the guys;

I told the b!tch keep it going (Keep it going)

[Chorus]

Ain’t no rapper from my city hot as me

Been past you n!ggas (Past you n!ggas)

I can put 500k on this; my killers will smack your killers (Smack your killers)

Jace, you a b!tch—you ain’t did s*it to nobody (Nobody)

Red-ass n!gga—put shots through his whole body (Whole body)

Go check the stats from the past s*it

Fu*k all this rap s*it—I’m trying to kill for real (I’m trying to kill for real)

Just put some cheese, boy—I know you a squeal

I ain’t finna beef with this cap-ass n!gga (Cap-ass n!gga)

[Verse 2]

Clinch my side—I’mma tap that trigger

Don’t play with the smoke—I’m a real deal killer (Real deal killer)

On God, I know the threes trying to hop in that ride (Hop in that ride, skrr)

Send ’em with D—put ’em all in the sky (D)

You ain’t put in no work, n!gga—don’t even try

Big Bak, I can merch you a die (I can merch you a die on hood)

B!tch-ass n!gga—I ain’t ’bout to get ready; s*it’s getting deadly

On hood n!gga, fu*k you, paperwork

[Chorus]

They had me stuck in the crib for the past eight months

Now a n!gga’s outside straight thugging (Straight, thugging)

I push up on whoever was talking that s*it

Swear to God y’all ain’t on nothing (Push up, push up)

Hold on—shopping and I don’t got a budget

And one day I spent ten times on rent (Your rent)

You ain’t gonna see me when I’m coming if I’m in that car, 5% tent (5% tent, on hood)

[Bridge]

Rat, rat, rat—do you want some cheese?

Catch him outside with his kids, still squeeze (Blrr)

Drive out the east but I’m super 6k

Ride around with my 3 trying to go up a B (Super 6k)

How you gonna diss me first, then hit my phone like it ain’t no smoke, pu*sy? (Pu*sy)

White-ass boy—hear the b!tch in his voice

Sweet-ass n!gga, do you want a cookie? (You want a cookie)

I get real disrespectful—fu*k you and fu*k your kids (Fu*k your kids)

He trying to rap beef—I ain’t Toosie

Hell nah—knock off his top, his lid (I’m trying to kill something)

Ay, my money’s longer than his

Ay, my b!tches better than his (Better than his)

Fu*k this mic—I drop it right now

And go pick up a shovel—your grave I dig (Your grave I dig)

[Chorus]

Ain’t no rapper from my city hot as me

Been past you n!ggas (Past you n!ggas)

I can put 500k on this; my killers will smack your killers (Smack your killers)

Jace, you a b!tch—you ain’t did s*it to nobody (Nobody)

Red-ass n!gga—put shots through his whole body (Whole body)

Go check the stats from the past s*it

Fu*k all this rap s*it—I’m trying to kill for real (I’m trying to kill for real)

[Outro]

Ay, I’m trying to kill for real

Kill his dumb ass, catch him—I’m fu*king kill

Put this belt to him, blrr