ARMD lyrics
by SG Tip
[Intro]
f*ckin' rat ass n*ggas, Tony
These n*ggas f*ckin' rats, Tony
All rats must die, b*tch
Loose lips sink ships, n*gga
[Chorus]
This a real deuce of red in a dirty Fanta
A hundred bags in the trunk of a dirty Phantom (Skrrt)
You always acting like a b*tch, always throwing a tantrum
I was raised in the 6, I never learned my manners
I'm so gang gang, every n*gga 'round me bang (Facts)
Free the real, keep the rats in the chain gang (Rats)
I put a ten on your head, that's some pocket change (b*tch)
They love me in my hood, n*gga, I could never change
[Interlude]
I can't change on my n*ggas
sh*t, ran this sh*t up, though
Talkin' 'bout zero to a hundred real quick
n*gga done snitched
Told here, told there
Got some of my brothers locked up
f*ckin' rat
Kill all rats, b*tch