Lyrics:
the hustle side match it They see we're wild and cultured so they callin' it Ratchett If the situation don’t seem solid I pass it Look Hella ratch boo but
rappin rappin Keep it on me i aint lackin I put a switch on the ratchett I dont like Fucking on ratchetts But i will fuck on a ratchett Pass me the molly
she wipe me down In a scat we ain't slowing down we do the dash now Money making mitch Bitch i'm rich I'm a cash cow Ratchett bitch she going down Bend
get passes Tryna find a bitch who I know get ratchett She got her 7 jeans on and her weave long She just want somebody shoulder she can lean on Lil
close v.i.p, I'm gettin' head from the ratchett hoes [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Trill Fam thugged out you can catch me blowin' doe doe Do my thang with
close v.i.p, I'm gettin' head from the ratchett hoes [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Trill Fam thugged out you can catch me blowin' doe doe Do my thang with
getting richer I spit them shots And pop niggas like ur sister I clap it, me and the ratchett a bad mixture When I hit ya your gonna Need more than talinor
no static Want smoke ima let him have it (Yea) Do a hit disappear like magic I like mine boujie & ratchet (ratchett) & The work get flipped like
she's the ratchett ho You sound mad wanna confront it? Wanna do something? Im quick for knuckling up but will shoot you if you was wondering Controversy
You don't have to work to hard I want you to crawl out of my bean bowl baby A little bit after midnight Nurse ratchett got sompin to say I want my
me Mr.Clean Woah all these bad bitches know they ratchett Want me to run her gave her a bandage Because i cut you know how I stabbed it Her nigga didnt
think that I'm wired wrong Somewhere lost in some thighs That I don't belong I keep a ratchett Ain't talking no firearm Shorty got that fire That fire
your father Funny ass boy Lou Ratchett "where ya mom at?!" Got me couple hundred, man I'm working for that comma I ain't got the VV's, but I got that bad
with a cape I lied, Sold him 4 zips for 1200 It ain't even Za pack Feel like Lou Ratchett lil nigga where Ya mom at God tryna chill but these mortals
Bro I'm telling you I got a god damn on some Lou Ratchett shit Put niggas in a fucking head lock Like, yo nigga, where's your moms at? Aye, man, me
and forward Own play tennis Most of my bihes be ratchett Gucci rubber I fuck'em in fashion Tossem up Like we doing a alley You tryna be in ah casket Nall man we
J'allume l'écran et je vois Ratchett et Clank J'regarde dans la banque, mais j'vois que des zéros sur l'écran Heureusement y'a la planque, dedans y'a
Said I fucked them niggas, If they said it, I did it Hoes can't fuck up my image, If I did, I admit it They say I'm bougie, They say I'm Ratchett They
got these bitches going crazy 14 shots 12 at his chest that nigga like Tom Brady Told her quit that ratchett shit I only give my love to ladies Might
sa madame a la teuté d'une Rachel Mh, c'est ma came comme ratchett Gars Elle est thicc as fuck c'est ma guedro et j'en rachète… hah On fait ça vite
broke then I'm sorry Nah then we can't relate Catching heavy gains And I know you can't match the weight I'm high class If you Ratchett I might bypass Any
after midnight nurse ratchett got sompin to say I want my cigarettes juicy fruit hey capin' mouf Joe he got sompin to say stay away
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