Chords for The Game "Pest Control" (Meek Mill Diss) (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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[B] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [N] _
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[A] Yes, anyone caught pest control?
Yes, there's a rat in my room.
[Eb] Rihanna, who is that?
Pest [Abm] control, ma'am.
Show me where the room at.
Right [B] there.
Yeah, [D] man, [Abm] unfortunately, there's a lot of rats around here, man.
Where's the room [Gb] at?
Right there.
All right, I'm gonna need you to step to the side.
[N] Hold on, wait a minute.
Yeah, really step back.
[E] I thought I was finished when I wore that.
_ The door is open.
_ [Gb] _ _ [N] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Em] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ Hmm?
[Gm] Hmm?
[Cm] What's wrong with me?
Come on.
Listen.
The shot post you want to be from the front?
Who want to test me?
Come on. _
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_ _ All rats gotta [D] die, though, in New York.
Quad [Gm] Studios getting [Cm] high, though.
Off that sour diesel and that hydro.
This nigga take a L every time he go viral.
Welcome to the West.
And this ain't the life of [Gm] Pablo.
Stay on that bullshit, it's gonna start [F] to feel like [Cm] Chicago.
Keep it 100, you Nicki Minaj sideshow.
Still chasing [Ab] dreams, I make dreams and no fire, though.
Riding round, Ted Gam, [Gm] Newtons in the Tahoe.
And when we touch down, [D] everybody catching [Cm] Spiders.
Dressed in all [A] black like the Panthers.
We seen you sway freestyle, O'Melly ain't the [Cm] answer.
You ain't the answer.
You ain't the answer. _ _
[G] _ [Cm] _ _ _ You niggas ain't got the answer, nigga.
You should've went to that A.I. that Beans at rehab.
Yeah, [Gm] take Beans back to rehab on Instagram.
Looking like the motherfucking [Cm] beanbag.
Flying through Philly on them Wocky sticks.
Puck-ass nigga, I beat you with a hockey stick.
The nigga hold pay you to dance.
You ain't [G] soaking.
You was supposed to throw up the rock, not smoke it.
[A] Talking, you gon' be in L.A. in three hours.
This a five-hour flight.
Put this bum in the shower.
Pussy, I'm not a rookie.
I play hockey.
[Gm] Don't push me, scrap.
Ninja Turtles, niggas running with a [Cm] rat.
Now talk, tell them how you copping.
Please, on the jack.
Fuck running in the game, you gon' be running in the whack.
You jump when Lilla, and now you don't [D] scrap.
It was time to go and grizzly, and [Bb] now you don't [Cm] rap.
Ask your bitch, she know our B's in the trap.
You gotta move out of L.A.
I'll put them B's on your back.
And Barbie, keep her [Gm] thumb in your butt.
That Ken doll love getting [Cm] fucked.
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts.
Riding dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts.
Now you can pop a [Gm] Willie to that.
I went from B-Mall to New York to [Dm] Philly and back.
[Cm] It's a lot of cheese and steak.
This nigga really a rat.
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make our city look wet.
And that's on Piru.
Yeah, I put the P on that hat.
[Gm] You get hit with the eagle.
Roll a Philly to that.
[Cm] Now tell the world how you got your bitch.
You FaceTime Nikki while Safaree was fucking a chick.
You ain't shit, but a [Gm] rat to me.
A snake that don't rattle me.
Lil' homie gon' [D] scrap with me.
Time the body is [Cm] fat with you.
I'm in traffic, B-bumping this old Cassidy.
Misha's another [D] casualty, fucking with me a tragic.
[A] The louder you scream, the wacker the verse.
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse.
[B] They say the meat shall inherit the earth.
So I went and dug your ass up, cause Drizzy buried you [C] first.
[G] And why you trying to pick a wilet?
You [D] told me that you don't fuck with [Gm] Rosé.
[Cm] And why G can't give you a pass?
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass.
And don't [G] try to wind to the Drapes.
You not the Rams, [Gm] don't come back to LA.
[Cm] I fuck around and catch a Uber to Slate.
I'm a drama king and a street sweeper [G] with a cape.
Nigga, this is Tupac mixed with the old Gru-Op.
15 years, [Dm] 30 mil, nigga, who fly?
[Cm] One good song, but you ain't got a class to get.
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the bus to get.
[G] Moved from Philly to LA and think he fresh brick.
Sean [F] Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best [Cm] friends.
Fat sloppy, twinkie eating ass nigga.
You ain't got no past nigga, I'm a beat your ass nigga.
Jelly beans smuggling, [Gm] fuck [Dm] ass nigga.
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama mustache nigga.
[A] Fuck your sister while you watch, cause she kinda thick.
And make that bitch take a knee like Colin Kaepernick.
Now back to Squeak Millie, Meekie Mouse.
You [Gm] gon' fuck around, get tied up inside [F] Meekie house.
[Cm] I got essays on Fold My, posted like cousins.
Waiting [G] for the word to pump it up like joke buttons.
[Cm] Thou shall not fuck [G] with Chuck Pond's stuff.
[D] Fold you up in [B] boxes, I'm on the tux.
[Cm] Louis Sweats on my tux, night night.
Use that pillow like a silencer from dawn to dusk.
Get at me, [Gm] you niggas gon' see me in gloves.
Or see me in clubs with Summer 16 in the snow.
[Cm] Lying on the internet like you ain't talking to Tua.
Got the cops at my door like they dropping off mail.
And I seen that fake paperwork [Gm] on Double XL.
Rap niggas shoot through walls, [Dm] they leave you in cells.
[A] Before you see me in jail, you'll see me in hell.
You ain't got the whole Philly, it's just me by [Em] myself.
I [Cm] could've went and got Tenji, went and [Gm] got Snoop.
Went and got [D] Nipsey, J-Rock, [Bb] Schoolboy Q.
[A] Could've went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back.
And had Dr.
Dre screaming, [G] Meek Mill is a rat.
It's a rat, red khakis, red [D] Cincinnati.
I'ma see you in the streets, [F] don't act me.
[Cm] You like a boat with a hole, you can't sail.
Meek Mill, me and Drake, they eating two ounce. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ When _ these rats start snitching, break them off.
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_ [Cm] _ _ _ When these rats [N] start snitching, break them off.
Pussy nigga, uh uh, I [E] know.
[F] _
I [D] got on gold headphones, gold chain.
Gold on my wrist, uh uh, uh uh.
_ If you ain't getting money, [Ab] boy you lame.
Hey, what you laughing at man?
You need to put your man on, he look fat.
Tell that nigga to hit you with a house or something or something.
You rat bastard. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, yeah, nigga, that's that, you know what I'm saying?
That's that, that's that, that's that.
An ounce and a cigar type shit, nigga.
What's up, Chuck?
I heard you caught a body.
You know I do my thing, man.
Don't worry about that.
What you know about a body, man? _
You can't hit that, [B] you can go with your backpack.
Go down, hit that shit, man.
Hit them books, nigga.
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