[ Ratio - Freestyle ~ 4 ] lyrics

[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
n*ggas want this moisturous nussy

[Verse 2: ilomilo]
Ha, hit 'em with the ratio, b*tches get upset (Ilomilo!)
You know the vibes, b*tches ain't wet
In fact, b*tches f*ckin' dry, b*tch, goodbye
Tali and I, we tied, Tali and I, by your side
Like, who the f*ck is Nationwide?
Freestyles and rap battles, motherf*ckin' essentials
Forms dot Google dot com, I'll be needin' some credentials
Like, who the f*ck said it's mental?
b*tch, I'm in central, you hellbent, you b*tches are L's
Keep those hush-hush secrets to yourselves
You b*tches 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: 19]
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' braintop
Pullin' up with a AK-47, aim at yo' brothers, thats a headshot
Why is you askin' whats that sh*t in yo' forehead? That's a red dot
All I'm doin' is just shoot at yo' mans, thats another dead opp
I'm finna pull up with a K on you, boy, I'm glockin' yo' mans
b*tch, I got two .9's they lookin' like Lilo and Stitch, they gon' f*ck up yo' plans
You say you snitchin', I came up and tell you loosin' yo' fans
Whats up in the dirt? Boy, that's yo mans
Damn, I keep me a shooter
You lovin' that b*tch, she just suckin' di*k, 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 b*tch my boy was f*ckin', you be seein' stuff
I'm not even lyin', you a f*ckin' b*tch, yo' mom shouldn't birthed you, you should just stop talkin' enough
I'm not even lyin', that b*tch you in love with, she tellin' me she want a feature, so lil' b*tch, it's f*ck her
You get it? (Yeah), my boy you actin' like a pus*y
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' sh*t 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 n*ggas di*kridin', y'all don't know the price
Y'all ride like a bike