Rates - These Kunts lyrics

(KERSER) Yeah Rocking that gold, I'm bout to buy a Range brah (today) Tint the windows got ya b**h in the same car! Kerser one! I'm with Forts and Rates I got your f**en head nodding like ya scored some H! So pick it up! Let me take you on a mission tonight (come on!) I'll spread ya b**hes legs just to f**ing piss on her thigh! I've reached a level of fame, I met the devil again, (sup bro) Pulled a hammer and pushed a mutha f**en peg in his brain! I'm insane...Every day of the week Kick ya mouth and f**en spell out ABK with ya teeth! I'm getting money thanks to rap! I put C-TOWN on tha map! But they copy what we do so we bout to take it back!!! Rock a show, count the cash in a five star Notes are left white after racking up some lines brah! It's all the same f**en state 2 state I left her f**en a** branded with a ABK, touche!!! *CHORUS* (FORTAY) THESE KUNTS! THEY CAN su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) THESE KUNTS! THEY CAN su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) Ask someone what I stay bout son First word was c*nt cause I came out one! Chasing pay never runnin from sh** West Syd bred a beast, Imma son of a b**h! Weak sh**s, see Fort ain't bout dat! f** the rat race, never caught in the mouse trap! And I don't care about the chronic you get gronk! c*nts quick to roll like they Sonic the Hedgehog! Fake gronks can't do what we do Spit in ya b**h clit and I use it as lube! And god the only f**ing c*nt that can stop this Flying high with ya b**h, up in a co*kpit! Pen and page got me getting the pay! In the middle of some sh**, to now centre of stage! Let em hate every word that I talk Imma f** em till they love it! Rates, Kerser and Fort! *CHORUS* (FORTAY) THESE KUNTS! THEY CAN su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) THESE KUNTS! THEY CAN su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (RATES) Wait ready for war! I'm hunting for the cash The safe, gonna empty it all! Don't take offence to me or I'll have to go and make my point and stomp ya head to the floor! You can tell ya f**en boys I make the text to tha call! I ain't a hard c*nt, but Ratesy man he arks up! Them sparks can start flyin from a pistol if you're smart c*nt! They wouldn't bite this! Well wait they can f**ing try it! I'm hear juggling knives, high, while I'm bustin my rhymes! Hit the stage, vodka, red bull and a couple of blunts! Living on a ride, now only just to adjust to the buzz! So why you f**en with us? I'm whilin out And while she's in a rage, ya lucky he ain't cuttin you up! You c*nts are rappin tones of energy, this isn't Sons of Anarchy! I gotta hot shot for ya b**h, the f**ing remedy! This tha West Syd sh**, the district, the South West! Never leave a fight, without you walking the town a mess! *CHORUS* (FORTAY) THESE KUNTS! THEY CAN su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) THESE KUNTS! THEY CAN su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! (FORTAY) su*k ME OFF! (RATES) su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k! su*k!