Lyrical Breakdown of Killing The Rats - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Killing The Rats" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Killing The Rats" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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She come out like this, so she say
My name Shamonni Galore, I be drippin' Dior, I be all in the sack (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 it snatch (yeah)
I'm smokin' the roach (yeah), 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)
Everythin' I got, I took, and if I owed ya, bitch, I paid ya back (ayy)
Her face in my lap, I'm grippin' the strap (ayy)
I ain't doin' meet and greet, when I see lil' buddy, I'm smashin' him
Rubies on my teeth, I done did the gold, I done did the platinum
My lil' nigga say he Z, ain't no surprise, boy, you your daddy's son
Soon as he play, I'm gettin' him whacked (ayy, ayy)
Lil' one came through, big ol' fire, look like flamethrower
Pillsbury kid, he hit the pot, with a dang fork
We hit the white, niggas be pullin' trick, jump out, skateboard
Bustin' licks, fuckin', and grab the stick, go get way more
Panoramic tint, you ain't got no hint who the driver is
Every time it's a hit, they already guessin', yeah, the snipers did it
Nah, lil' nigga, we ain't finna do much dissin', let's get right with it
(Ayy) let's get right with it
My name Shamonni Galore, I be drippin' Dior, I be all in the sack (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 it snatch (yeah)
I'm smokin' the roach (yeah), 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)
Everythin' I got, I took, and if I owed ya, bitch, I paid ya back (ayy)
Her face in my lap, I'm grippin' the strap (ayy)
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 Erika 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
My name Shamonni Galore, I be drippin' Dior, I be all in the sack (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 it snatch (yeah)
I'm smokin' the roach (yeah), 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)
Everythin' I got, I took, and if I owed ya, bitch, I paid ya back (ayy)
Her face in my lap, I'm grippin' the strap (ayy)