The Game – Pest Control Lyrics

(Verse 1)
All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, getting high tho
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This ni**a take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain’t The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bulls**t it’s gon start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasing dreams, I made Dreams in ’05 though
Riding round, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catching spirals
Dressed in all black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain’t the answer

(Interlude – 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 doing this more than you
Ni**as ain’t got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

(Verse 2)
Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
On Instagram looking like a mothaf**king bean bag
Flying through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk ass ni**a, I’ll beat you with a hockey stick
The ni**a Hov gave you the game, you ain’t soak it
You was s’posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talking you gon be in L.A. in three hours
It’s a 5 hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pu***, I’m not a rookie, Akhi, don’t push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, ni**a’s running with a rat
Now Tak tell em how you copping pleas on the jack
F**k running in the game, you gon be running 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 bi**h, 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 getting f**ked
Hide behind your ni**as, you ain’t got the guts
Riding 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 ni**a really a rat
I f**k with Philly but this ni**a 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 b**ch
You FaceTime Nicki while Safaree was f**king a chick
You ain’t s**t 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, bumping this old Cassidy
Meesha’s another casualty, f**king with me’s a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that d**k 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 f**k 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 f**k around and catch an Uber to Slay
I’m a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
Ni**a this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil, ni**a, 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 ni**as best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eating ass ni**a
You ain’t got no pass, ni**a, I’ma beat your ass, ni**a
Jelly bean smuggling f**k ass ni**a
I’ll get some clippers and cut your mama’s mustache, ni**a
F**k your sister while you watch cause she’s kinda thick
And make that bi**h take a knee like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon f**k 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 f**k 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 ni**as 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 ni**s 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’ma see you in the streets, don’t at me
You like a boat with a hole you can’t sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs