CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ratch
(Helluva made the beat, baby)
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
My n***a trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
He love me 'cause he know I'm ratchet and I like to f**k
He know that I'm in love with diamonds, so he ice me up
Even when we goin' shopping, he gon' keep it tucked
Put the pistol on the dresser when we 'bout to f**k
On his square about Stunna, I'm his little baby
And drop a bag at the dealer, his and her Mercedes
Beat the pu**y like he beat the block
He give me head, I give him head, I call that a swap
Stash that sh*t, gotta stash that sh*t
If my n***a drop the work, I'ma bag that sh*t
Stash that sh*t, gotta stash that sh*t
If my n***a drop the work, I'ma bag that sh*t
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
My n***a trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
Ask about the youngin, ain't sh*t to find a freak
All her bags a dime a piece
Nah, for real, I'm kind of cheap
Free them boys from [?][1:21]
Drank too high, I'm buying weed
How you fear? No, I ain't on it
Still be thuggin' on the corner
On he always hits the pointers, yeah, thirty, b*t*h
Bought my bae a pair of buffs like she a nerdy b*t*h
She ain't cold, curve the b*t*h
A lil' weed, serving brick
I still be on my murder sh*t, tryna catch a body
I grew up in the murder med, f**kin' with them hotties
On the sh*t, but if I wasn't, n***a, you couldn't tell
I've been turnt since jail
Millionaire since bail
F**k the judge, free Nell
Hustle Boys forever
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
My n***a trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
My n***a trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
He love me 'cause he know I'm ratchet and I like to f**k
He know that I'm in love with diamonds, so he ice me up
Even when we goin' shopping, he gon' keep it tucked
Put the pistol on the dresser when we 'bout to f**k
On his square about Stunna, I'm his little baby
And drop a bag at the dealer, his and her Mercedes
Beat the pu**y like he beat the block
He give me head, I give him head, I call that a swap
Stash that sh*t, gotta stash that sh*t
If my n***a drop the work, I'ma bag that sh*t
Stash that sh*t, gotta stash that sh*t
If my n***a drop the work, I'ma bag that sh*t
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
My n***a trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
Ask about the youngin, ain't sh*t to find a freak
All her bags a dime a piece
Nah, for real, I'm kind of cheap
Free them boys from [?][1:21]
Drank too high, I'm buying weed
How you fear? No, I ain't on it
Still be thuggin' on the corner
On he always hits the pointers, yeah, thirty, b*t*h
Bought my bae a pair of buffs like she a nerdy b*t*h
She ain't cold, curve the b*t*h
A lil' weed, serving brick
I still be on my murder sh*t, tryna catch a body
I grew up in the murder med, f**kin' with them hotties
On the sh*t, but if I wasn't, n***a, you couldn't tell
I've been turnt since jail
Millionaire since bail
F**k the judge, free Nell
Hustle Boys forever
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
My n***a trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-a** b*t*h, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
