Pest Control lyrics - The Game

 [Game:]

All rats gotta die though

In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high tho

Off that sour diesel and that hydro

This nigga take an L every time he go viral

Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo

Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago

Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow

Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though

Ridin' 'round, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe

And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals

Dressed in all black like the Panthers

We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

[Kanye West & Game:]

You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you! Niggas ain't got the answers for me, you shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

[Game:]

Yeah, take Beans back to rehab

On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag

Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks

Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick

The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it

You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it

Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours

It's a 5 hour flight, put this bum in the shower

Pussy, I'm not a rookie, Akhi, don't push me

Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat

Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack

Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack

You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap

It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap

Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap

You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back

And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt

That Ken doll love gettin' fucked

Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts

Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts

Now you can pop a wheelie to that

I went from BMore to New York to Philly and back

It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat

I fuck with Philly but this nigga make y'all city look wack

And that's on Piru, yeah I put the P on that hat

You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that

Now tell the world how you got your bitch

You FaceTime Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick

You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me

Lil homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty

I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy

Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy

The louder your scream, the wacker the verse

I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse

They say the meek shall inherit the earth

So I went and dug your ass up 'cause Drizzy buried you first

And why you tryna pick on Wale?

You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay

And YG can't give you a pass

I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass

And don't try to whine to the Grapes

You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A

I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay

I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K

Nigga this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop

15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?

One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet

Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet

Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince

Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends

Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga

You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'm a beat your ass, nigga

Jelly bean smugglin' fuck ass nigga

I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga

Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick

And make that bitch take a knee like Colin Kaepernick

Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse

You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house

I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins

Waiting for the word to pump it up like Joe Buddens

Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck

Fold you up in boxes, Armani tux

Louie sweats, armor tucked, night night

Use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk

Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in gloves

Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub

Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve

Got the cops at my door like they dropping off mail

I seen that fake paperwork on XXL

Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells

Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell

You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself

I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop

Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q

Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back

And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"

It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati

I'm a see you in the streets, don't @ me

You like a boat with a hole you can't sail

Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)

When these rats start snitching break'em off

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu)

When these rats start snitching break'em off

[Omelly:]

Pussy nigga

(Mumbles)

I got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, aim

(Mumbles)

If you ain't getting money, boy you lame

You rat bastard