Raheem The Rat

[Intro]
What they—
Wha-what they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?

[Chorus]
Bad bitch named Candy from out in Miami (Miami)
Ain't have to book no tenant 'cause I fucked her in a Camry
She all in my head talkin' 'bout startin' a family
Hell nah, I'm too P, bitch can't trap me
Wrist on DVD, fuck the bitch to sleep-sleep
Sippin' on lean-lean, that's why I'm feelin' sleepy
I think a nigga ice cream, bitches tryna lick me
Yeah, a nigga slimey, trick always up his sleeve

[Verse]
Yeah, that young nigga a serpent, he make niggas nervous
I'ma put the word in, do a nigga dirty (Glrrt)
Flash out with the thirty, this shit can get ugly
Fuck her on the top floor, told her, "Close the curtain"
Yellow Ferrari, bitch go bananas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lately I just been on my mani while with my pants up
Yeah, a lil' nigga stackin' them racks, yeah, he stackin' racks up
And if lil' brother drop down the a nigga better get them racks up
Yeah, Raheem the rat, slimey motherfucker, slimey bastard
Raheem the rat, yeah, that nigga, he a slimey rodent (What? What?)
In the studio, I'm high as fuck, I swear I'm loaded
Just got off the phone with Pop, my nigga said, "Ya chosen"
Bad bitch, talkin' 'bout she know I got it, how you notice?
Know you wrong, we ain't gotta speak about it, just keep it noted
I'm one of them ones from my section, nigga, go there
Nigga, fuck the bustdown, I want my shit golden
They won't let a nigga in the door, we'll kick the door down
On the backskreet, nigga, it's just me and Lovan
Like a bad bitch, they don't like a nigga ballin'
They take that shit wrong, know a lotta niggas foldin'

[Chorus]
Bad bitch named Candy from out in Miami (Miami)
Ain't have to book no tenant 'cause I fucked her in a Camry
She all in my head talkin' 'bout startin' a family
Hell nah, I'm too P, bitch can't trap me
Wrist on DVD, fuck the bitch to sleep-sleep
Sippin' on lean-lean, that's why I'm feelin' sleepy
I think a nigga ice cream, bitches tryna lick me
Yeah, a nigga slimey, trick always up his sleeve