[Intro]
Fuckin' rat ass niggas, Tony
These niggas fuckin' rats, Tony
All rats must die, bitch
Loose lips sink ships, nigga
[Chorus]
This a real deuce of red in a dirty Fanta
A hundred bags in the trunk of a dirty Phantom (Skrrt)
You always acting like a bitch, always throwing a tantrum
I was raised in the 6, I never learned my manners
I'm so gang gang, every nigga 'round me bang (Facts)
Free the real, keep the rats in the chain gang (Rats)
I put a ten on your head, that's some pocket change (Bitch)
They love me in my hood, nigga, I could never change
[Interlude]
I can't change on my niggas
Shit, ran this shit up, though
Talkin' 'bout zero to a hundred real quick
Nigga done snitched
Told here, told there
Got some of my brothers locked up
Fuckin' rat
Kill all rats, bitch
[Verse 2]
I lock the block down for a whole week, nigga
You heard them gunshots while you brush your teeth, nigga (Brrt)
I want all the smoke, ain't no squashin' beef, nigga
Ain't no squashin' beef, nigga, it's time to eat, nigga
How you so gangster all on Instagram? (Fuck?)
But in the courtroom tellin' on the triggerman? (Fuck?)
You was too happy like you just ain't give a damn
I'd rather die in jail then tell on my fam (Facts)
[Chorus]
This a real deuce of red in a dirty Fanta
A hundred bags in the trunk of a dirty Phantom
You always acting like a bitch, always throwing a tantrum
I was raised in the 6, I never learned my manners
I'm so gang gang, every nigga 'round me bang
Free the real, keep the rats in the chain gang
I put a ten on your head, that's some pocket change
They love me in my hood, nigga, I could never change
[Outro]
Free Lil Justin, ayy
I don't give a fuck, nigga, you know you a rat
Fuck you, nigga
Fuck your mama, grandma
Fuck your whole family for raisin' your bitch ass to be a rat, nigga
Keep that shit real, fuck nigga
ARMD was written by SG Tip.
ARMD was produced by Money Myles.