Rattin Azz lyrics
by Roscoe Dash
[Verse 1]
It's a matter of time for he drop that dime
(Lets hear him out mane)
I ain't buyin, I know where he live I am spyin'
I gonna kill the n*gga tryna to f*ck over mine
n*gga wit the po'-po'
Yo life is ova
Snitch on me I'mma hit ya wit the 44
Have young n*ggas runnin' in out ya back door
(Dey got him through the weed smoke)
And I told that n*gga so
He didn't follow my rules
Broke n*ggas do need tools
I'm gone fix this problem
Point the gun and shoot
n*gga is you wit it cause you sound kind of spooky
And I'll burn yo ass if you try to cross me too
[Chorus]
Call the police with yo rattin' ass
I knew you workin' for dem folks wit yo rattin'
ass
You gon' meet a young n*gga wit a black mask
He might chase you down the block
He might take yo cash
But he came take yo life and he gon' do it fast
You gon' meet a young n*gga wit a black mask
[Verse 2]
Watch these n*ggas on cell phones
Record your conversation
To give yo sh*t to the feds bra
They need somebody to tell on
They tryin' to get them time cuts
But I'll be like your time's up
Catch that n*gga and tie him up
Bury that n*gga
in Pine Bluff
Arkansas, n*gga this a war like shock and awe
I don't give a f*ck don't stop at all
Line dem rats up to the wall
Like Al Capone did, kill them all
Some n*ggas think they so street
Weak ass n*ggas can't fool me
When they face them 20 years
They become a mouthpiece
[Chorus]
Call the police with yo rattin' ass
I knew you workin' for dem folks wit yo rattin'
ass
You gon' meet a young n*gga wit a black mask
He might chase you down the block
He might take yo cash
But he came take yo life and he gon' do it fast
You gon' meet a young n*gga wit a black mask