Rata (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

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