Run Around Telling Sh*t (R.A.T.S) lyrics

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Run around telling sh*t, that's just what they do
That’s just what they do
That's just what they do
Run around telling sh*t, that's just what they do
That’s just what they do
That's just what they do
Signing names on the dotted line, snitching, telling on them homicides
Robberies and work sails, n*ggas helping pigs with they f*cking job
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Run around telling sh*t

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
n*ggas telling, getting n*ggas time
[?] f*cking time
Was a n*gga, now he pointing fingers
On the f*cking stand, yeah, he dropping dimes
pus*y n*ggas go for anything, they telling on they friends, and snitching on they mamas
Scared of jail, they don't want the drama
So they giving staitments, talking to your honor
Now a days, it's rat n*ggas
That's getting money, and n*ggas f*cking with them
f*cking up the game, and I sware to God, I ain’t f*cking with them
Take the stand, telling on my man
Put it on my soul, I’ma f*cking kill you
Got banana clips, they gon' f*cking peal you
[?] f*cking swivel
Got the D.A. doing n*ggas dirty
Rat n*gga just got a n*gga 30
Think it’s cool 'cause you told 20 years ago, but you still a rat, you heard me?
You hanging with a known snitch, I know you heard me
Hanging out in the corner store, that's his favorite [?]
How you tell when you still get 30 years, n*gga?
You gon' die a rat in jail, that’s what you get, n*gga
Once you labeled as a snitch, how you gon' live, n*gga?
'Cause in a real n*gga eyes, you just a b*tch n*gga
f*cking rat
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Run around telling sh*t, that's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Run around telling sh*t, that's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Signing names on the dotted line, snitching, telling on them homicides
Robberies and work sails, n*ggas helping pigs with they f*cking job
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Run around telling sh*t

[Verse 2: Pook Paperz]
f*ck you and the b*tch that made you ratting
[?] D.A. charged [?]
Only thing worse than a rat is a fagget
How you know a n*gga told, still [?]
That's why I hate you pus*y n*ggas with a passion
Book smart, telling everything that happen
Cop [?] and the n*gga telling every question the cops asking
They got me spazzing
Got shells like turtles for n*ggas, I don't f*ck with rats, call me Shredder
I don't see how you live with yourself, when you got n*ggas' numbers and letters
You [?] point the gun to your head [?] you telling
I sware if I catch you, your ass gon' need more than just wittness protecting
You tell on my n*ggas, you telling on me
[?] shell is on me
[?]
My name on paperwork, you will not see
Know n*ggas that's OG's, [?]
Could've [?] with a [?], they folded right on they [?]
[?] n*ggas crazy
Free [?] in them cages
Got clips for you n*ggas making staitments
Let it rip, [?] sh*t all over the paivment
Hope you die if you working with them peoples
But you knew Jack, telling like Neno
How you [?] ratting like Rico?
When I see you, put your lights out [?]
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Run around telling sh*t, that's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Run around telling sh*t, that's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Signing names on the dotted line, snitching, telling on them homicides
Robberies and work sails, n*ggas helping pigs with they f*cking job
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
That's just what they do
Run around telling sh*t