The Game - Pest Control lyrics

All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high tho
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West
And this ain't The 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' 'round, 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 BMore 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 FaceTime 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'm a 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'm a see you in the streets, don't @ me
You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching break'em off
(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