Pest Control Lyrics - Game

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 

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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 

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(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu) 

When these rats start snitching, break 'em off! 

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu) 

When these rats start snitching, break 'em off! 

Pussy nigga! (Mumbles) 

I got on gold headphones, gold chain 

Gold on my wrist, aim (Mumbles) 

If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame 

You rat bastard!