Ratchet lyrics

[Intro]
G-Lock, yeah
(BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Old cappin'-ass n*ggas (Cap)
Got clips like a movie for these actin'-ass n*ggas
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass n*gga (Skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills with that ratchet on me, n*gga
These n*ggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River
Got money on my mind every time a n*gga get up
I'm sh*ttin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bad b*tch on my side, n*gga, I call her Matilda (Yeah)
Seven in my Backwood, came a long way from the Swishers
Ayy, when you run that money up, just watch them n*ggas switch up (Ayy)
This money sh*t ain't new to me, at fifteen, I was ten up
Bad b*tch look like a pinup, walkin' 'round with my chin up
One money-hungry-ass n*gga, breakfast, lunch, and dinner (Yeah)
I took a couple losses, that sh*t there made me a winner
Uh, boss sh*t, baby, yeah, I do this for Flippa, b*tch
[Chorus]
I'm nothin' like these cappin'-ass n*ggas
Got clips like a movie for these actin'-ass n*ggas
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass n*gga (Yeah)
Yeah, all out in the hills with that ratchet on me, n*gga
These n*ggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River
Got money on my mind every time a n*gga get up
I'm sh*ttin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2]
n*gga, what the f*ck you thought this was? (Huh?)
Yeah, I got murder on my mind and it's not the drugs
I'm not your folks, I'm not your cousin, I'm not your blood
Yep, I pour fours all the time, I sip lots of mud
White folks starin' at me, I'm a rich-ass thug
f*ck your b*tch from the back while I'm hittin' my Dougie
Yeah, I smell like Baccarat, but the blunt still musty
Diamonds dancin', Michael Jackson, I'm a bad motherf*cker
Uh, yeah (Ayy), I'm a bad motherf*cker (Glizock)
Diamonds dancin', Michael Jackson, I'm a bad motherf*cker
New Celine jean jacket, b*tch, I dress like a trucker
All these b*tches on my ding-a-ling like John Tucker
Yeah, uh (What?)

[Chorus]
Old cappin'-ass n*ggas (Yeah)
Got clips like a movie for these actin'-ass n*ggas
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass n*gga (Skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills with that ratchet on me, n*gga
These n*ggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River
Got money on my mind every time a n*gga get up
I'm sh*ttin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture, b*tch