Rat Poison 2 ft. Lil Ring Lyrics

Whole lotta gang shit

Bro think he a shooter bro

You think you a gangster

You think you a gangsta and you tryna hold this city down (What?)

You a lil ass kid, stick to Mickey Mouse (Yeah!)

Pull up on a rat, get him trapped, call it blickey mouse (Bow!)

Aim it at his head then these bullets fuckin' hit his mouth

Said I wouldn't pull up, bitch, I'm in your house (Hello?)

Light him up, I ain't the littest in my city now (Grah!)

The shootin' match the bass up on this beat, we got midi rounds

He think that I'm a sniper the way I hit him with this 50 cal.

Holiday's past but you get lit up like a christmas tree (Git! Git!)

I only catch felonies, never misdemean

Get yo ass wiped, disinfect you like I'm Mr. Clean

You say that you a shooter, that shit funny, you like Mr. Bean (Haha!)

Bitch, I'm bad, Michael Jack, no Billie Jean (Bad!)

You wouldn't like me when I'm mad, I get really mean (Grrr!)

Scarface, bitch, I'm going on a killing spree

It's kill or be killed, bitch, ain't nobody killin' me (Nobody Killin'!)

Ain't no evidence that link me with that crime scene (None at all!)

Cops be starin' like a deer in the high beam

I'm blowin' up before you, bitch, and I ain't even nineteen (What?)

Lotta bitches in my business, don't mind me

He want beef? We gon' drive-thru like it's In-N-Out (Damn!)

He said he would slide the fucking addi, any minute now

The Glock is fully automatic when I'm in his town (Boom Boom Boom Boom!)

His Body in Lake Michigan, he swimming with the fish's now

Bro was out gang bangin', say he Christian now (Amen!)

Man, fuck that, pull that blickey out (Gang!)

This shit fully automatic, put that semi down

You was talkin' all that shit before but you ain't ready now? (You ain't ready!)

Your homie got gunned down a lil up the road (Up the road!)

When I see your rat ass, I'll up the pole (Up the pole!)

Rat poison, bitch, this Glock ain't for show (Ain't for show!)

Snitch ass bitch know I'll take his fuckin' soul (Fuckin' soul!)

Take his fuckin' soul

Snitch ass bitch know I'll take his fuckin' soul (Fuckin' soul!)

Take his fuckin' soul

Snitch ass bitch know I'll take his fuckin' soul (Bow!)

(Lil Ring is that you?)

Caught a rat lacking, call it target practice

No one gon' be laughin' after we get active

Call me Mr. Make It Happen, lately I been wreakin' havoc

Treat it like a daily habbit, hardest duo back in action

Sleepin' on us like a matress, pull up and it's gon' get tragic

I been feeling trigger happy

We got choppas, we got FN's

We got lots of lethal weapons, we gon teach that boy a lesson

Best not see you in my mansion

We got Smith &'s we got Dracos, we gon' give that boy a halo

I be doin' what I say so, catch him lackin' and it's case closed (Yuh!)

Never shoot below the neck, so I'ma put one in his head

Talkin' crazy on the net but when we pull up you be running to the feds (Feds!)

Real ones know I never fold

My partner out in Michigan, he ain't afraid to up the pole

I promise you don't want the smoke, I ain't afraid to let 'em know (Yuh!)

Couldn't keep my name up out his mouth, I had to hit him with a 30 cal.

If he a rat we gun em down, we send him six feet underground (Yuh!)

Catch a rat, it's a rap

Get the bag, know they mad

You's in last, talkin' trash

Let that choppa blast him, end up in a body bag

From Maryland to Michigan, we show 'em who the realest is

They think these bullets finna miss, they don't know who they dealin' with

Acting hard up on the gram, but he just do it all for show

Slid the addi, we was kickin' in his door

I was stompin' on his throat, my homie put one in his dome

We ain't afraid to let 'em know

Rat poison, he will never make it home