Rat Ish lyrics

[Intro: 2Rare & Dougie B]
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Grrah, grrah)

[Chorus: 2Rare]
I ain't with the rat sh*t, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop sh*t when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other sh*t, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny sh*t, oh, no, no
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh"

[Verse 1: 2Rare]
n*gga, just stop b*tchin', n*gga, why you runnin'?
Just like Adam 22, you ain't got no jumper
This G-lock hit like lightning, this switchy hit like thunder
I let it rain on your parade, just bring umbrellas
And you got wings just like tether
Yeah, sh*t go, "La, la"
I knock them dreads all out your head, no, you not a Rasta
I keep a four-five all on my waist like Big Poppa
Ain't tell on nobody, I pop sh*t 'bout hunnas
Just know no rat sh*t ain't in me
[Chorus: 2Rare & Dougie B]
I ain't with the rat sh*t, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop sh*t when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other sh*t, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny sh*t, oh, no, no (Grrah, grrah)
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh" (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 2: Dougie B & 2Rare]
I'm still the same n*gga, put in pain, n*gga, I could never switch up on the gang
And I'm still the same n*gga, I can't change, n*gga, I'm just dyin' to switch up ways
You take sh*t on a bunny, ain't gettin' no money, but you wanna smile like this sh*t is a game
Every day, it get runny, we slide when it's sunny, I'm f*ckin' your honey, then pass her to gang
Talk my sh*t to get paid, n*gga, different day, when I'm goin' up, gotta watch what I say
I don't gotta say, "Get 'em," brodie brain different, cross mine, someone gotta pay (Ooh, ayy)
Said, I'm EBK fully, these n*ggas is pus*y, I'm back on that timin', I'm everything K
Gotta move like a bully 'cause I'm feelin' moody, salute or shoot me 'cause I'll let it bang (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus: 2Rare]
I ain't with the rat sh*t, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop sh*t when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other sh*t, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny sh*t, oh, no, no
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh"
[Outro: 2Rare]
I done pulled up on him, oh, he got to running
Bullets got to dumping
You know
(East London Magician)