Kodak Black – Killing The Rats Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
She come out like this, so she say

[Chorus: Kodak Black & [?]]
My name [?], I be drippin’ Dior, I be all in the set (Yeah)
He droppin’ the racks (Oh), I’m tossin’ it back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
She callin’ me Yak, yeah, baby, do it like that, I like when its snatched (Yeah)
I’m smokin’ the roach and killin’ the rats (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Smokin’ the roach and I’m killin’ the rats
When I’m back in the jets I be flippin’ the pack (Yeah)
Smokin’ the roach (Yeah), and killin’ the rats (Ayy, ayy)
Everything I got, I took, and if I owed ya, bitch, I paid ya back (Ayy)
I’m facin’ my left, I’m grippin’ the strap (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I ain’t doin’ meet and greet when I see [?] but I’m smashin’ her
Rugers on my teeth, I done did the gold, I done did the platinum
My lil’ nigga say he see, ain’t no surprise, boy, you your daddy’s son
Soon as he play, I’m done gettin’ him whacked
Lil’ one came through, big ol’ fire look like flamethrower
He a [?], hit the pipe, but he didn’t fuck
We hit the white, niggas be pullin’ trig’, jump out, skater boy
Bustin’ lips, fuckin’ and grab the stick, go get way more
Panoramic tint, you ain’t got no hint who the driver
Every time it’s a hit, there already guess ’em, yeah, the snipers did it
‘Knowledge it, nigga, we ain’t finna do much dissin”, let’s get right with it (Ayy)
Let’s get right with it

[Chorus: Kodak Black & [?]]
My name [?], I be drippin’ Dior, I be all in the set (Yeah)
He droppin’ the racks (Oh), I’m tossin’ it back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
She callin’ me Yak, yeah, baby, do it like that, I like when its snatched (Yeah)
I’m smokin’ the roach and killin’ the rats (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Smokin’ the roach and I’m killin’ the rats
When I’m back in the jets I be flippin’ the pack (Yeah)
Smokin’ the roach (Yeah), and killin’ the rats (Ayy, ayy)
Everything I got, I took, and if I owed ya, bitch, I paid ya back (Ayy)
I’m facin’ my left, I’m grippin’ the strap (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Every nigga solid in my clique, they ain’t flimsy
Givin’ back to the projects, fuckin’ bitch, you want Givenchy
I know you saw me swangin’ with that stick like a chimpanzee
Add another body on the blick before you throw it away
I know where you stay, finna blow up today, sippin’ rose and jewels
I’m drippin’ Amiri, I’m kissin’ on Tiri, I’m fuckin’ to [?] too (Yeah)
Speakin’ on murderin’, FaceTime audio, fuck nigga, gotta go get ’em whacked
We’re showin’ no sympathy, friend or an enemy
Run in my city, we’re killin’ them rats

[Chorus: Kodak Black & [?]]
My name [?], I be drippin’ Dior, I be all in the set (Yeah)
He droppin’ the racks (Oh), I’m tossin’ it back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
She callin’ me Yak, yeah, baby, do it like that, I like when its snatched (Yeah)
I’m smokin’ the roach and killin’ the rats (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Smokin’ the roach and I’m killin’ the rats
When I’m back in the jets I be flippin’ the pack (Yeah)
Smokin’ the roach (Yeah), and killin’ the rats (Ayy, ayy)
Everything I got, I took, and if I owed ya, bitch, I paid ya back (Ayy)
I’m facin’ my left, I’m grippin’ the strap (Ayy)