Demise of a Rat - Chetta, Wavy Jones

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