Rats (unreleased version) lyrics

[Produced by Tyler, the Creator]

[Intro]
Yeaaaah b*tch
Wolf Gang
Sweatshirt, uh
Ho

[Verse]
Ninety-four rap music, beat a preacher's ass to it
Pigeon blood will leave the stool wall sh*tted up
sh*t talk myrtle f*ck, get your sister f*cked
sh*t, i hit the stripper up then go and pick a stick inside the f*cking pots where we brew them b*tches up
Rip your writtens while my n*ggas splitting, splitting blunts
Eyes hazed with my middle finger up a stripper's c*nt
Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup
Ice picking cripples till I get my pickle rub
Catch me popping pimples, telling b*tches triple 6s
Stab 'em with pencils in their temples till my di*k erupts
It's really f*cking simple, sl*t
Wolf Gang, get with us
Either that or grab a full fist of nuts and lick 'em up
Turn it up, fisticuffs, give them b*tches di*k to suck
Let them drink the c*m out of f*cking paper cup
Pours wider than the horse that I'm sniffing up
Leave now if you ain't tryna get 'em titties touched