Lyrics:
A bad bitch
I need a bad bitch she gotta be rachet
We savage pull-up in traffic and let you have it
rachet, yeah
Shey na God wey carry me reach here
And I know that I never rich yet
I'm just tryna work
Don't wanna be rachet
What's up
Told my Geez what's up
Least little thing dem would a show you wah a gwarn
Dem nuh inna argument if you a mash all dem corn
Dem drapes you up with rachet and nutten nah go stop
calm
Least little thing dem would a show you wah a gwarn
Dem nuh inna argument if you a mash all dem corn
Dem drapes you up with rachet and nutten nah
thing dem would
A show you wah a gwarn
Dem nuh inna argument
If you a mash all dem corn
Dem drapes you up with rachet
And nutten nah go stop it
It nuh
A rachet Lil Tommy
To fuck up my tummy, he gives me money
And whenever I want it
We goin' shoppin'
Hit up the mall, spendin' deposits
Bitch quit your
pickin', I rachets up
Damn lil' mami you tweakin
Fuck you outside and have everyone peekin
Fuck on your friend, had to sneak in
Pull up with glocks set her
get his own shit,
Toe rachet up ... now la Gdai tryna get his own equip,
Got some bad vibes in the clique he don’t know what it is ,
At Age 15 toe
from war start e start
From e war start up
Put e car ina auto
Anuh game like farto
Me dawg dem nuh mask up
nothing me naa asked you
Rachet up e nine
brain fly gone all a dip one bird with a saw an a drill fi go deal wid eee thing yo silence kill man rachet up di matic make it breeze suh ease off
Nuh
FELLA got caught with a ratchet with ra- with rachet
Shootin' up police and shit
FELLAAAA been on probation since fuckin' I don't know when
Motherfucker,
Bitches be geeking niggas be tweaking rachet be squeaking
Pull up demons she eat the semin She get to leaning
Fucking her good pulling the hair
Hoe you too classy like my bitches Rachet
She lick the nut up off my jeans when her head in my lap damn
Lemme find out you a Scorpio
It's five in
He gon' move a mountain, he be on a higher plane
Turn him into stone, Medusa, you don't know his name
Call up Rachet, I'm with Clank
Now watch you
stay up in you throat
You captain of capping
Jerry Springer show
The rachet automatic
And it pop up on attendance
I came up out the Rose
Dirty game I
Wear that margiela like a straight jacket
See that shit and then I bag it
Room full of dark habits
Marni jeans gon hold my Rachet
I'm a have to let
the beat imma burn it to ashes
That baby boujee she wanted some lashes
I wanted to prove that she really a rachet
Turn that shit up and the lights started
A Bee Cee to the Zee
Yea like a gees
Like A Gees
Rachet Up the Fees
We here not for war but Peace
Am wearing my swiss like a masterpiece
Abeg Na who be
tools
Got them Rachets
Bodies adding up
They gang subtracting
It's tragic
Yuh bitches on my phone
But they ain't average
Bitch doing tricks on the dick
jacket with the patches on it
Ay, I switch it up and made a rachet on 'em
Shit, I might come through on the jet
Stylin on em’ pussy ho where they
know she bad
I got flavor, girl I'm a player just like my dad
Rachet high class, I'm eating steak off a paper plate
World up on my shoulders, I carry it
Rachet on my waist hit you up bitch I got led
Morph on my wrist 20k bitch its been 10
Leaned off that wauk all the drugs go to my head
Bitch i'm
rachet
I pop up and aim and just deal 'em
I knocked off both face off the mirror, yeah, the reaper bought my-
I can never go back to the old days, no
blicks with automatics
Just like Clank, stay with that rachet
Run up racks just like it's Madden
Freak lil' bitch gon' call me daddy
Told that bitch I'm
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