RATCHET

[Verse 1: detahjae]
Tall nigga but the wrist crappy
Know I had to show the ball
Know I had to throw the half court that's a Curry ball
Why these niggas want it all?
Had to shoot from my gun
I was chillin' in the clouds looking for the high one
Bye son, chillin' in the desert with the bison
She wanna clean it off so she gon' clean it like a Dyson
Die son
You wanna battle me you better die son
Nigga that's a quick way to take you to your high one

[Verse 2: MARKTWOO]
What's stopping me from having a daughter named Rick Ross?
Feed her Xanax and record it on TikTok
And all because I'm bitter and pissed off
Cause life's been fucking me harder than you and your white socks
What's stopping me from being the world's worst addict?
Stay in my room all day and smoke burnt plastic
Anxiety's more annoying than your girl's fake lashes
Or Hot Cheetos and 7th grade ratchets