Rata

Rata, rata
 Blocka, blocka, blocka
 Ayy, fucking ratas
 Kaliko, Kaliko, campos
 Who got day one on the trigger, I do
 Real nigga say
 Who got day one on the trigger, I do
 Real nigga, ayy
 Why you gotta do it? (Why?)
 Why you gotta do it? (Bitch)
 Why you gotta do it?
 Why you gotta spew it? (Ayy)
 Why you gotta spew it? (I don't know)
 That's so fucking foolish
 In my book, never been a pardon
 When the yapping happens, capping in your jargon
 Babble yells, that'll fail
 I bet you been a tattletale since kindergarten
 He's punked, we dump the punk, debunked, no sin again
 We bump P Funk, he slumps, Glee jump, so feminine
 That's why he's a cop dressed in his block best, but a hot mess
 Never do know how to talk less
 So we plot stretch, when you got next?
 Two in the ten, he doing again
 He gonna rat on you and a friend, then you in the pen
 He gonna mix it up and try to put you and the crew in the blend
 He gonna tell, then the screwing begin
 El capo debacle, that is what he can offer
 Depend on him and then in a rut he can toss you
 He claim he down, dirty, and muddy but softer
 Than cotton candy, me and my buddies'll off you
 Anything go down, bro?
 I don't know, I don't know
 We just make the sound, yo
 I don't know, I don't know
 You gon' make these hounds go
 Round your crown, so
 One, two, one, two, three, ayy
 Rata (Rata, rata)
 We go cuckoo, we go blocka
 (Blocka, blocka)
 We go do-do with the chopper
 (Do-do-do-do-do)
 Stomp you like a cucaracha
 Say goodbye to your day, ayy
 Koba, you's a fucking mentirosa
 (Say it again, ayy)
 Koba, you's a fucking mentirosa
 Yeah, he a traitor, Joe, he's a hater, moe
 Wanna get up in the mix and delay the dough
 Man, I heard he nerdy but he play the role
 Of a killer, iller than I spray this flow
 Why you got to go and (Spread lies)
 That's when all my homies (Dead flies)
 And that's when all the evil lying ass
 Straight divisive ice up in your (Head dies)
 What in the cup string, the cup doohickey?
 Why you got to be a true sissy
 When you know I'm carrying a tool with me?
 Everybody know that you iffy
 Gonna be on your head in a cool jiffy
 All I'm saying is the dude's sickly
 You believe him or not like you view Ripley, I'm gone
 Gun on my waist, yeah, gun on my waist
 You gotta pay
 'Cause you're taking the food out my baby mouth house nigga,
 Watch what you say
 'Cause if you cross the line (Oh yeah)
 This not gon' happen one more time
 Say, say goodbye to your day, yeah
 Anything go down, bro?
 I don't know, I don't know
 We just make the sound, yo
 I don't know, I don't know
 You gon' make these hounds go
 Round your crown, so
 One, two, one, two, three, ayy
 Rata (Rata, rata)
 We go cuckoo, we go blocka
 (Blocka, blocka)
 We go do-do with the chopper
 (Do-do-do-do-do)
 Stomp you like a cucaracha
 Say goodbye to your day, ayy
 Rata (Rata, rata)
 We go cuckoo, we go blocka
 (Blocka, blocka)
 We go do-do with the chopper
 (Do-do-do-do-do)
 Stomp you like a cucaracha
 Say goodbye to your day, ayy