Testo di 'Rat Runners' di SoFaygo

Run up on me, please try your luck
Nigga, stick to beats, your music suck
Lil' boy, give Summrs back his gun
Play with lil' Faygo and you can't run

Hit a blitz right now, lil' boy get rushed
Get a plate right now, lil' boy, you lunch
These niggas be thinking they untouched
Till they find out I don't give no fucks

Oh shit, a rat
Yeah, huh, yeah (woah)
Huh, yeah (woah)
Only take one call (go)
Only take one call

Quit dissing up in your song
When you know you ain't with it at all
It really only take one call
Nigga keep playin', I'ma send lil' KanKan home (blatt)

How you gon' block? Can't diss me (yeah)
Chopper got kick, get a lot of my crispy
These lil' niggas too feminine for me
How your name KanKan, but you act like a Courtney?

God, why you make these niggas so corny?
Hit a little lick, I'ma have to extort him
Chopper to his face and that bitch hold forty
All in your house like motherfucking Cory

I'm fucking this thot, she do as I say so
Pourin' that Fanta, I'm pourin' the mango
Fuck a nigga mean? Nigga, fuck is a Faygo?
A-ha-ha
Oh brother, this guy stinks
Ha-ha-ha

Yeah, laughing
Boy, I can't wait till I catch you in traffic
Make that lil' boy disappear like magic
Bruh, how you going live on IG rattin'? (go, blatt)

You ain't with no action
Some of these Slayworld, these niggas be cappin'
Talk real tough, but it won't ever happen
You need a Grammy, then why you be acting?

Run up on me, please try your luck
Nigga, stick to beats, your music suck
Lil' boy, give Summrs back his gun
Play with lil' Faygo and you can't run

Hit a blitz right now, lil' boy get rushed
Get a plate right now, lil' boy, you lunch
These niggas be thinking they untouched
Till they find out I don't give no fucks

So, what happened when Jay pulled up? Boy, we already know you a weird-ass nigga
You on IG, be flexing them guns, but we already know you ain't blowin' shit, nigga
You was havin' too much fun, you was writin' that lil'-ass whack-ass verse
I'ma leave his mama oh-so hurt

When I put her son up in a hearse (yeah, yeah)
Finna be a lesson you gon' learn
Keep playin' with fire, then you get burned
Keep playin' with me, you gon' get worked

Don't wanna have to leave this boy in the dirt
Don't wanna have to leave this boy on a shirt
He front him, I just turn that boy into merch
That nigga slumped, that lil' boy off a Perc'
That little boy becoming one with the Earth (woah)

So, what happened when Jay pulled up? Boy, we already know you a weird-ass nigga
You on IG, be flexing them guns, but we already know you ain't blowin' shit, nigga
You was havin' too much fun, you was writin' that lil'-ass whack-ass verse
I'ma leave his mama oh-so hurt

When I put her son up in a hearse (yeah, yeah)
Finna be a lesson you gon' learn
Keep playin' with fire, then you get burned
Keep playin' with me, you gon' get worked
Don't wanna have to leave this boy in the dirt