game pest control lyrics

game – pest control lyrics

All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin’ high though

Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral

Welcome to the West, and this ain’tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it’s gon’ start to feel like Chicago

Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin’ dreams, I made “Dreams” in ’05 though

Ridin’ around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin’ spirals

Dressed in all black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain’t the answer

You ain’t got the answers, man! You ain’t got the answers! (Kanye…) You ain’t got the answers! You ain’t got the answers, Sway! I’ve been doin’ this more than you!

Niggas ain’t got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin’ like a mothafuckin’ bean bag

Flyin’ through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I’ll beat you with a hockey stick

The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain’t soak it
You was s’posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it

Talkin’ you gon’ be in L.A. in three hours
It’s a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower

Pussy, I’m not a rookie, akhi, don’t push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga’s runnin’ with a rat

Now Tak tell ’em how you coppin’ pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin’ in the game, you gon’ be runnin’ into Wack

You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don’t scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don’t rap

Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I’ll put them Bs on your back

And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin’ fucked

Hide behind your niggas, you ain’t got the guts
Ridin’ dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts

Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly and back

It’s a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y’all city look wack

And that’s on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that

Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin’ a chick

You ain’t shit but a rat to me, a snake that don’t rattle me
Lil’ homie won’t scrap with me, time to body his faculty

I’m in traffic, B, bumpin’ this old Cassidy
Meesha’s another casualty, fuckin’ with me’s a tragedy

The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse

They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, ’cause Drizzy buried you first

And why you tryna pick on Wale?
You told me that you don’t fuck with Rozay

And YG can’t give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass

And don’t try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don’t come back to L.A

I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay
I’m a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K

Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil’, nigga, who flopped?

One good song, but you ain’t got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain’t took it out the plastic yet

Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends

Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin’ ass nigga
You ain’t got no pass, nigga, I’ma beat your ass, nigga

Jelly bean smugglin’ fuck-ass nigga
I’ll get some clippers and cut your mama’s mustache, nigga

Fuck your sister while you watch ’cause she’s kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick

Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon’ fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house

I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens

Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor tucked

Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon’ see me in gloves

Or see me in clubs with “Summer Sixteen” in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain’t talking to twelve

Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off mail
I seen that fake paperwork on XXL

Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell

You went and got the whole Philly, it’s just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop

Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back

And have Dr. Dre screaming “Meek Mill is a rat”
It’s a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati

I’ma see you in the streets, don’t at me
You like a boat with a hole you can’t sail

Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs
When these rats start snitching, break ’em off!

When these rats start snitching, break ’em off!
Pussy nigga!

I got on gold headphones, gold chain
Gold on my wrist, aim

If you ain’t getting money, boy, you lame
You rat bastard!

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