All rats gotta die even master splinter lyrics song was sung by Lil Wayne and written by Nikhil Seetharam, 2 Chainz, T-Minus & Lil Wayne.
All Rats Gotta Die Even Master Splinter Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullsheet walks on a motherf--king tightrope
And I make that pushy tap out, I knock that pushy out cold
neega, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll
These hos want that hose-pipe, so I give all these hos pipe
She get on that deek and stay on, all night, like porch lights
Let's do it, f--k talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty neegas like WD-40
We f--ked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-f--ks
beech neegas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's f--ked up
But my hos down, my cups up, my neegas down for whatever
These beeches think they're too fly, well, tell them hos I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f--k Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her pushy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz
[Chorus]
Look at you (Aw), now look at us
All my neegas look rich as f--k (Yeah)
All my neegas live rich as f--k (Yeah)
All—All my neegas look rich as f--k (Yeah)
Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us)
All my neegas look rich as f--k (beech)
All my—All my neegas live rich as f--k (You hoe-ass bi—)
All my—All—All my ni—
[Verse 2]
Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turned a penny to a motherf--kin Janet Jackson
Tell the beeches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho
What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven
I be killing them beeches, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hos dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass, TV screen
I keep a bad beech, call me "The B.B. King"
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that beech out like a house fire
I'm killing these hos like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these neegas
Can't trust none of these hos
And I see your girl when I want
I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh
Got a red-ass beech with a red-ass pushy
neega try me, that's a dead-ass pushy
Since y'all motherf--kers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin'
All I know is I love my beech
And pushy feel just like Heaven on Earth
Six feet deep, deek shovelin' the dirt
RIP: Rest In pushy
Light that sheet, then pass that sheet, we gon' get so smoked out
And then I went, got locked up; every night, I dreamt I broke out
One time for them pushy neegas—that's that sheet I don't like
We eatin' over here, neega—f--k around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
[Chorus]
Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah)
All my neegas look rich as f--k (What?)
All my neegas live rich as f--k (What?)
All-all my neegas look rich as f--k (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us (Get the f--k out y'all beeches, straight up)
All my neegas look rich as f--k (Any beech who don't wanna give me no
pushy)
All my-all my neegas live rich as f--k (f--k you in your ass hole, beech)
All my-all-all my neegas look rich as f--k
[Outro]
And your neega a ho