Ratchet Vs. Righteous

These hoes get chose, freakin on the floh
Just turned 18 and she actin like she grown
Bitch can't add, but she twerk it like a pro
I'm stuck on her ass like I'm muthafuckin stone
Throw that pussy on my waist, don't put in my face
A nigga tryna bust, I ain't tryna make her stay
Come through when I wanna trick, tell her ass to wait
If the ho catch feelins, Ima ll tell her ass to skate

[Chorus]
Do A Trick On It

I love to see ass, I love see cash
Baby bring that, and get some knee-pads
I assault that, hit it like a car crash
Runnin that pussy like a fuckin 50 yard dash
Tell him fall back, yoppa make him haul ass
Got that strong-pack, make you take a long-nap
How you actin brand new with that long-back
The Thirst-King, show out, no comcast

[Chorus]

Do a trick on it, but I don't trick on it
Ay u can cuff her, but bet ya chick want it
I love big bitches, I love big money
Ay cook a meal fa me, a lil nigga hungry
I wanna italian broad, ill hit her ass raw
Buss it in her face, that's alfredo sauce
It's the thirst king, call me thirst god
On ya instagram bitch I put in work hard

[Chorus]

Can't hold me back, I'm unholy on that co-ni-yak
Lortabs, bring me euphoria, for corny raps
Choreographed niggas, deserve they Loreann
And Loreal, all to sell to they audience...

All for, or all against, I'm all split
I love ratchet broads, I love conscious
I don't need no guidelines for my content
I'm just tryna put my dawgs on like a paw print

Milk the game, y'all will feel the same if you saw this
I bez Jason Vorheez, y'all steez is Lark-ehh
Peace-ful but start shit, haters tryna they hard-est
While my cuts on they screen, that Berserker Barrage shit-

I bang that nonsense, reminisce on my trap-days
Rat-Race, used to bag weight with my half-braids
Stopped-at-weed, we won't that crazed, just half-blazed
Tryna live the life that these raps-say

Damn we are some hypocrites...
So humble, but I'm still the shit
I Want knowledge, til I'm really rich..

Respect the women, kids..
Girl I ain't pullin silly tricks
Just put my hand where you titties is

Damn we are some hypocrites..
All religious til he feel a chick
Talkin scripture, but he really sick..
Damn we are some hypocrites

I deserve, to get bezerk-swerved, til slurred-words
Sipping Erk and Jerk mixed in sherbert, to the first verse
I'ma Getta, gettin ushered, though it's purse-first..
I found myself up in her pussy like a wordsearch..

I'm supposed to the good guy
But I can only see so far with my good eye
You get in what you put out, you rap niggas punai
Fuckas needa cool out, tha cannon's like a tuba..

Vacay in Bermuda, everybody know a shooter
Have nigga face-down from a rack like Lex Luger
I'm tryna be a better man, came up with a better plan
Niggas with the flames, is gettin stubbed like a severed hand

We walkin contradictions, I'm sorry if I'm distant
Sometimes I call 'em women, sometimes I call 'em bitches
But rappers, we are humans, and art is how we feel it
Sometimes I wanna uplift, sometimes I need the thick-ness