Lyrics Demise of a Rat - Chetta, Wavy Jones

Demise of a Rat

You gonna let this fucking punk get away with that?
What’s this world coming to?
That’s what the fucking world’s coming to, how do ya like that?
How’s that?
What is wrong with you?!
What is the fucking matter with you?!
What, are you stupid or what?!
I was kidding with you.
Are you a sick maniac?
How do I know you’re kidding?
You breaking my fucking balls?!
I’m fucking kidding with you, you fucking shoot the guy?!
He´s Dead
I’m a good shot, what do you want from me?
How could you miss at this distance?
You got a problem with what I did, Anthony?
Fucking rat, anyway.
His family’s all rats, he’d have grown up to be a rat
We broke on them money, so pay me on syrup
Im not tryna listen so fuck what you heard up
Im off of the ocean get lose on these verses
Confusing myself, smoking ounces of urkel
Pull up and stun em, no fronting, its murder
Keep straightening and flexing, get jumped like i heard all
I ain’t passing no potent, if you ain’t family and know me
Im living life low-key and leaving it low key
Pouring more spending time slowly
They saving these hoes no goalie
Taxing every pack like they owe me
Counting every dollar like i am ozzy
Never been on cali, smoke og
Always been a real one and they know me
Dancing with the devil all on the main street
Entretain my soul and come save me
Pull me in a grave 6 deep with the masses
Belly of the beast one deep flicking ashes
I dont give a fuck where you from or your past shit
I just want to fuck and then duck and just pass it
Money make me flip hoes
Money make me get more
Money make a bitch boy, pussy like its in, home
Muddy when i sip slow
Temos for the kick doors
They love me but they hate me when my wrist glow