Ratchet

[Intro]
We're all going to hell
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What?
Huh?
Fuck

[Chorus]
I did get to the money, bitch, yeah, I gotta have it
My pockets stay fat, thicker than a school packet
My shooter don't lack, he slide with a— (What?)
Fuck it, a fucking ratchet (Yeah)
Not talkin' no Apple, I slide with the Mac 10 (Yeah)
The coupe gon’ XLR8, not talkin' Ben 10 (Yeah, yeah)
She blow on my dick, like she making wishes
He talkin' too tough, he sleep with the fishes (Damn)

[Verse]
Slide to yo base, I'm not Jackie Robinson
We doxx him, we get the addy, then we droppin 'em
My Glock got a mind of its own, theres no stoppin' him
Not talkin' no medication but we poppin' em
And we push in yo crib, give a fuck 'bout a gate
Cause me and my niggas, we hoppin' 'em
Say you on the block, you servin' them birds
I pull out the Glock, I need all of them
I pull out the Glock, no Tom, they haulin' them
I slide with a plan, I don't need no call out
Say you got a pack, I need it A$AP
But no, I'm not talkin’ the Mob now
We treat 'em like Jenga, you slide, you gon' fall down
We circle his body, he one with the Earth now
They showin' the interest, no compound
Now everybody jockin' me
Boy smokin' dope, want a feat for the free
No steak, hollow tip break his bone, now that boy on a tee
I put a red dot on my new ARP
Can't let go of the stick, like I'm playing the Wii
These niggas on my dick, like they TMZ
What the fuck up with that?
Got the scope on my blick, don’t move I see that
Like a Spanish mom with the sandal, you get whacked

[Chorus]
Yeah
We're all going to hell
Yeah
I did get to the money, bitch, yeah, I gotta have it
My pockets stay fat, thicker than a school packet
My shooter don't lack, he slide with a— (What?)
Fuck it, a fucking ratchet (Yeah)
Not talkin' no Apple, I slide with the Mac 10 (Yeah)
The coupe gon' XLR8, not talkin' Ben 10 (Yeah, yeah)
She blow on my dick, like she making wishes
He talkin' too tough, he sleep with the fishes (Damn)

[Outro]
Huh
What?
Fuck, huh
Yeah, what it do?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah