RAT - Y 3 REMIX (PROD. YZ x JIM)

TALIBAN

You can catch me in the Benz with the 5 percent tints
Forgiattos on the rims like I'm motherfucking $crim, yuh 
If I see you as a threat I put a bounty on yo head
Then pop a shot and leave you dead, these bitches know i'm really him, yuh                
  
Wait,
Glock aint locked in a safe.
All these percs I take for the pain.
I dont wanna do nothing but drink.

Wait,
Gimme a minute because i'm reaching my limit, another beat i'ma kill it,
Eliminating the paigons I aint praising the satan but raising the stakes up.
  
You ain't doing shit 'bout fuck   
I be on the block blade tucked.
Pussy come and try yo luck, you'll run off the block throat cut .

Bitch im fucking switching lanes,
so deranged, candy paint up in my veins.
150 I hit the road and went in-fucking-sane .

You can catch me in the Benz with the 5 percent tints
Forgiattos on the rims like I'm motherfucking $crim, yuh 
If I see you as a threat I put a bounty on yo head
Then pop a shot and leave you dead, these bitches know i'm really him, yuh                

I'm finna take that boy down town,
and the glock on my hip got surround sound.
A supressor to help bring the sound down,
when I empty the clip watch that clown drown.

In the back room with your hoe, yeah I take her to pound town.
like, I need a pound now, we smoking the loud loud,
give a fuck bout a shoutout.

FlickOfThaWrist (prod. alexmilano)

I don't got no diamonds but I rock my steez.
Run up in the store n' cop some Jordan 3's.
I flip a rock and smack a cop then shoot the Warden's knees,
then burn the blunt so fuckin, much I give it 4th degrees.
I grab a bong,
put the flame up to the bowl n' light the green like im the Mob.
Bitch, I really let it blow, I spit the heat and keep the fire, 
If he really want the smoke, a casualty, i'll make him fly.
You dont wanna get a hit from this fucking pipe.

Turn yo fuckin' wig into a drop-top. 
If I get the drop and you my opp my shootas pop pop.
You been riding waves, I think it's bout time that you hopped off.
Im jumping on the beat lil bitch im playing fuckin' hopscotch.

Bitch, i'm top notch. 
Time is money so I went and bought a stopwatch.
Run up in yo crib and kick the fucking lock off.
He thought I sold him meth, but fuck him, it's just pop rocks.
I told that bitch to run it back.

I don't got no diamonds but I rock my steez.
Run up in the store n' cop some Jordan 3's.
I flip a rock and smack a cop then shoot the Warden's knees,
then burn the blunt so fuckin, much I give it 4th degrees.

Greenlight

Thinkin 'bout this shit gon' get my motherfuckin' head popped.
Hitting rock bottom, skull broken on the bedrock.
Kurt Kobain, the way I blow off all my dreadlocks.
Police on the scene, they got it cordoned off with red chalk.

Say that she gon' stop it, bitch you better not.
If I tell you imma pop it bro you better drop.
smoke yo fuckin own, homie know I'm smokin' dead opps
no I ain't alone I'm pistol packing at the dead drops.

I hit you with a bat, feeling like I'm in the Red Sox.
ima pull up with a gat, finna leave you with a red top.
I pop out bang and splat, imma hit myself a headshot.
I do the thing and dash, burn my drip and get lost.

Bitch it's too sad, Rat just OD'd in his crib just like he Twomad.
I be creeping in my Audi with the roof back.
Hop up in a Maserati, pull up with a shotty, tie yo body to the roof rack.

I take my cash out, cop a bag of something at function
then I pass out, I try to hit the blunt that punk bitch ran out.
I'm mad now, just stop trynna stand out, deep down you a hoe,
So please don't go try be a man now.

Man down.
someone caught a body,
fired ten rounds.
2 came from the shotty, 6 got stuffed inside a tre pound.
pop a cap of molly point a beam and spray a red cloud.
1 down in the clip and I got one up in the head now.

I'm feeling like a beast cause I just popped a cap of X now.
I'm sliding on the beat I told that bitch I wanted sex, now.
Get off my fucking dick, you stupid pussy bitch.
Go and get yo own shit instead of stealing it.

Man fuck my life, I don't wanna do this shit again.
Fuck yo knife, spin around it with a ruler clip.
Glock tough like mike, when I clutch it I'm a hooligan.
If I'm shooting once you know I'm boutta shoot again.

MAN DOWN! (prod. AZZLEY)

Sip it straight with no chaser.
She got cocaine on her makeup.
Not a giver, brah, I'm a taker.
If I tap it twice you don't wake up.
In the trap with that paper,
Buds straight from Jamaica
Fucking oath got my blade tucked if a pussy cunt wanna say some.

You're a fuckin' bitch.
I'm busy making paper while you blaze up at the Ridge
all these motherfuckers hate me cuz I say it how it is
I'll chop another mix and then I'll make another hit

I'm fucking serious,
not 420 delirious I'm smoking furious

I got that shit that make ya jaw swing
Some ketamine and morphine
I'm out here making more fiends and spraying rounds like Mortein
90 bucks for 7gs 180 flat for 14

Kick back in the trap what was that?
I just heard a snap
grab all the packs,
take the bag and do the fucking dash.

Jacks at the front and the back.
I'm fucking vanishing
you know that, I can't be slack
with all this weight I'm carrying.

Kick down the door.
Run in the crib, put a blade in ya wig if you scream then I'm giving you more.
20 to 30 the time that I get if I pull up and settle the score.
Nothing you say can affect me, because you already said it before,
get off the torch.
dumb bitch cunt got crack in his pores.

Sip it straight with no chaser.
She got cocaine on her makeup.
Not a giver, brah, I'm a taker.
If I tap it twice you don't wake up.
In the trap with that paper,
Buds straight from Jamaica
Fucking oath got my blade tucked if a pussy cunt wanna say some.

Sip it straight with no chaser.
She got cocaine on her makeup.
Not a giver, brah, I'm a taker.
If I tap it twice you don't wake up.
In the trap with that paper,
Buds straight from Jamaica
Fucking oath got my blade tucked if a pussy cunt wanna say some.

Jamaica

Alive (feat. $kILLERevo) (prod. Rich LoSer)

Leave me in the dirt. 
I'll be okay, I'm making my way through the hate and hurt.
Every day I replay what you say
but I made it worse,  
Feel like I'm feeding my brain to worms,
slowly decaying with nothing to blame but the way the anger and blaming burns.
 
thinking of another way out .
If I'm not taking this pay out 
and then blowing it all on like 8 ounce  
then I'd be up in the hills with a paid spouse 
or a patio up on a lake-house,
but the coppers are pulling these stakeouts,
trynna fuck with the vision I've laid out
so I'm smoking alone trynna fade out.
 
Everybody riding waves now
dripping so heavy that they drown.
Meanwhile I'm with the tre pound.
Grippin' the semi a great sound.
I'm gettin' it poppin', I ain't got an option,
react to your nonsense with nothing but hollows.
They trippin' and droppin' I'm sippin' and stalkin'
he chokin' till coffin he know that the grim reaper follows.

You're my moonlight.
In the dead of night.
You try to keep me out of sight.
Out of mind.
You fucking with my mood type.
What can I do right?
I need a lifeline,
or just a few lines, 
to fix my eyesight.
We've been through it two times
I know you and I fight,
but I mean it tonight.
I'm just another motherfucker with a nine
bite down on the barrel and then i say good fucking night-night.

BURN (prod. alexmilano)

I feel unfinished
Incomplete but I tote heat to fuckin up digits
I got beef but I got it with buncha punk bitches.
How you trynna swing at me when half yo punch misses
Wanna talk shit but I'm still fucking on yo drunk mistress

Yeah she like to fuck
Started looking at me up and down when she put down the cup	
Bitch boy catch an uppercut, or a slug.
Give that boy a cut if he wanna be a thug.

Eyelids heavy slidin' in a yellow Chevy 
steady choppin' up the herbs and the spices for the deli
I'm lit, Henny in my cup and in my belly
half the fiends don't know the word but my prices hella friendly

Bitch it's me against the world 
Testarossa flying through your hood at 112
Never thought again I'd see me fiending for a girl
One shot to your head the whiskey kickin' like a -

I got contacts
Sippin on that Cognac
If I'm popping shots homie you can't slip and dodge that
Imma fucking carjack yo whip
like where yo car at
you don't wanna be a fuckin target
  
Yeah I smoke a lot
Try tell me to stop
You must want yo ass beat
You can't fuckin ask me
Because I ain't gon' do it, ho

Mutha fucka wanna shoot me
this ain't Call of Duty, hoe
shawty wanna do me out the back,
I fucked a groupie, yo
you ain't gon' do nothin, bro
I still keep a toolie tho

because I'm finna snuff him if he ever try harass me
After the marooning leave the blood up on his khakis
spitting like I'm Charizard the way I fuckin blast heat
Tax Office panic from the pay I'm fuckin adding

bitch I like to stack it up 
I get the dope n bag it up
you know I like to rack it up I roll a note and snatch it up
that shit go to my brain

numbing all my senses so I never go insane 
puff more than a train, so I can feel a type of way
cant recall a single word you say, dull the pain
its okay, wipe the tears away, its just another day.


another day (prod. vvulf愛.)

You know
that I'm bagging this shit
got a bag of the brick but
I'm pushing it too slow
If I'm flagging a bitch

get a bag and a whip 
and my shooters go zoom mode
Homie frauding and shit I got 
Cards in my grip I ain't playing no Uno 

I don't run up on you
with that two tone
but I'll shoot from the
back of the ute though.

Ricochet anything you throw.
I got that molly from Euro
Now I'm flying on mars, Bruno
Call me, said he want 0.2 snow
Like bet that

Bullet right through your headback
Who said I don't get back
Take a rack and then stretch that
Then I'll make it home with no setbacks.

I don't need another plug I need a blunt
I got patterns in my vision cause the mushies fucked me up
I'm too fucking drunk
I want some water in my cup
I just need a bed and need a
bitch that I could fuck

Bitch you thought you snapped 
With that diss up on the gram
Imma wrap your mans up in a plastic bag
and feed him caps and xans until his ass collapse
I got gats on gats on gats to make yo pussy ass spaz.

Hot lead, drop dead, lurking like the loch ness
listening to nonsense gon' get you glock clipped 
you adopted this hollow to yo noggin
just stop the plottin'

On my hustle and my name
You wanna try to rob me better bring the fucking gang
Smoke whatever strain, making paper off the main. 
Fucking with my money, gonna wake up in a drain.
Leaking from ya veins I cut the neck up to the brain.

you know

2 Guns

I break yo bones in the pit
n' stuff you into it
I'm smokin' California getting dome
behind the window tint

I want 5 percent
Swishin' it
through her lips
let me call my shooter,
baby he don't miss.

Pump shotty with the pistol grip
we gon' do this shit
set a deal up for a brick
tell him we got cash, we ain't tryna tick
he gon' weigh the stash n pull up in a bit
bitch I keep a mac sitting in my little bag of tricks

Smoke a Backwoods sippin' Jack I'm trynna catch some action
pussy shut yo trap if you ain't got no fuckin gat son
you cant smoke no weed up cuz I'm trynna fuckin bag some
he beggin' for his change back, you know I had to tax him
put yo head on the chopping block you know I had to axe him
I'm like where is yo oppa block know know I gotta ask him
imma lock him up and starve him how the fuck is that for fastin'
yeah the glocky go retarded, imma (bup!) right out the cannon

yeah I came home
one day
late up on a Sunday
found out motherfuckers wanna talk about some gunplay
yeah the draco AK
leave you runnin' one way
imma lean out the Hyundai turn yo crib into a gun range

I break yo bones in the pit
n' stuff you into it
I'm smokin' California getting dome
behind the window tint

I want 5 percent
Swishin' it
through her lips
let me call my shooter,
baby he don't miss.

Pump shotty with the pistol grip
we gon' do this shit
set a deal up for a brick
tell him we got cash, we ain't tryna tick
he gon' weigh the stash n pull up in a bit
bitch I keep a mac sitting in my little bag of tricks

bones (prod. Ruby Dredd)

TRIPPIN (feat. Tayno)

down under

Yeah we keep 44s
got a lil snub nose
Keep a pussy on his toes
I'm the reaper for your soul
imma leave a bunch of holes 
like he wearing Yeezy clothes
but if you try to ask me
questions bout it I wont even know

Yeah we keep 44s
got a lil snub nose
Keep a pussy on his toes
I'm the reaper for your soul
imma leave a bunch of holes 
like he wearing Yeezy clothes
but if you try to ask me
questions 'bout it I won't even know

Now his baby mama stressin' bout it,
someone need a hoe?
Mac-10 spray tan for everybody in the room
bitch I'm squeezin' till the blick click
hit them legs like fitness
Homie threw the switch and on my life I couldn't ditch it

44s at yo door  
got a fuckin nose full- 
full of coke
I can get a hole punched 
through your coat  
I could get you all fucked when the choppa blow 
don't get popped playing captain save a ho 

imma hit yo wig unless you weave
call my blicky 'melo because it shoots its rounds in 3's
posted by the bank you know rat stick with the cheese
man the cheddar stank cuz I got it from the trap
picked it up ain't put it back
got my burner doing overtime its poppin at yo hat
got my burner ringin' right beside a bag full of crack

Y 3 (2025)

REHAB (Prod. Ruby Dredd)

I get my cheddar from the trap.

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