[ Ratio - Freestyle ~ 4 ]

[Verse That WON (Verse 1): nigel naïve]
Your mom is L plus ratio, kiss my ass haters
And your dad is hawt, Betty, you smell like burnt taters
Niggas want this moisturous nussy

[Verse 2: portorosso & 19OO]
Ha, hit 'em with the ratio, bitches get upset (Ilomilo!)
You know the vibes, bitches ain't wet
In fact, bitches fuckin' dry, bitch, goodbye
Tali and I, we tied, Tali and I, by your side
Like, who the fuck is Nationwide?
Freestyles and rap battles, motherfuckin' essentials
Forms dot Google dot com, I'll be needin' some credentials
Like, who the fuck said it's mental?
Bitch, I'm in central, you hellbent, you bitches are L's
Keep those hush-hush secrets to yourselves
You bitches start now, I've been in the game since I was twelve
C'mon, Tali, let's give 'em hell, ratio (Buh, buh, buh)

[Verse 3: 19OO]
I told 'em to shut up 'cause you know they get lost
Bullets make 'em dance, no TikTok
I'm at yo' house with my big Glock
I got a shooter, he lookin' like NLE Choppa
He a lil' ill with some dreadlocks
Glockie with the beam with the glick at yo' brain top
Pullin' up with a AK-47, aim at yo' brothers, that's a head shot
Why is you askin' whats that shit in yo' forehead?
That's a red dot
All I'm doin' is just shoot at yo' mans, that's another dead opp
I'm finna pull up with a K on you, boy, I'm glockin' yo' mans
Bitch, I got two .9's they lookin' like Lilo and Stitch
They gon' fuck up yo' plans
You say you snitchin', I came up and tell you losin' yo' fans
Whats up in the dirt? Boy, that's yo mans
Damn, I keep me a shooter
You lovin' that bitch, she just suckin' dick
Lil' boy, she not even cuter
I'm not even lyin', lets slow down the beat
Let's pull up with guns and see who is tough
I'm not even lyin', you worried bout a thot
That was the bitch my boy was fuckin', you be seein' stuff
I'm not even lyin', you a fuckin' bitch
Yo' mom shouldn't birthed you
You should just stop talkin' enough
I'm not even lyin', that bitch you in love with
She tellin' me she want a feature, so lil' bitch, it's fuck her
You get it? (Yeah), my boy you actin' like a pussy
I came in with a Glock and shot him at the shoulder
Now boy, he doin' the Uzi
Shoutout yxngfuture, I'm on a come up, he talkin' shit
And we makin' a movie
I might this boy with a TEC, now this boy be actin' stupid (Yeah)

[Verse 4: yxngfuture]
I might put an L mans in a pack like a Backwood
Spin the whole block with Nigel
We ain't coming back to that 'hood
Gave him two ratios, it must've been that good
I wanna stay, I wish I could
But I don't wanna add to that ratio I gave him twice
He wanted to fight, it must be nice
I can't really tell if I'm wrong or I'm right
Y'all niggas dick ridin', y'all don't know the price
Y'all ride like a bike