Ratchet Booty lyrics

[Intro] [Doddy Gatz]
Baby shake that ass fast for a mac named Gatz
I'm tryin to see them cheeks clap 'fore I throw some cash
I'm with the gang
On the b*tch tryna [?]
I treat all my b*tches like ATM's
b*tch I'll pimp
On a b*tch and her mother
Mac on her sister
Shoot her lil brother
(I dont give a f*ck about nothing)
For a mac named Gatz
Ridin’ around town with them girls selling drugs

Verse [Doddy Gatz]
Baby shake that ass fast for a mac named Gatz
I'm tryin to see them cheeks clap 'fore I throw some cash
I'm with the gang
On the b*tch tryna [?]
I treat all my b*tches like ATM's
b*tch I'll pimp
On a b*tch and her mother
Mac on her sister
Shoot her lil brother
I dont give a f*ck bout nothing
I'm a mothaf*ckin thug
Ridin’ around town with them guns selling drugs
Really want somе gang b*tch
Then come and get it
Need a down ass b*tch
Opеn ears who's committed
If you ain’t sucking di*k, better shut your damn mouth
This some west coast gang
This what isn't from the south
b*tch I'm coming relaxed
Only come in with facts
b*tch trick me better check my f*cking stats
See I pimp and I rap
Need a benz and 'lac
If you ain't coming light
Then you ain't getting smacked
b*tch, uhhh
[Baker Ya Maker] [Verse]
Coming straight out the sunshine
Just a young player, tryna get mine
See I'm staying on my grind
Keep a level headed mind
This a do or die drive
Never playing bout the money
Nothing's funny when you dyin
Keep it P-I-M-P, like 2003
I ain't dying, if I whistle
What's the point to even speak
Keep my nose to the cold
Never slippin' never fold
Daddy raised a f*ckin' killer
See my blood is drippin cold
King Kong with the flow
Super Saiyan on a hoe
Battle ready with that action
Come equipped if you bold
Keeping ten toes like my forefathers
I'm coming from a long line of kings born rotten
I'm never stopping till that fat b*tch sings
This is all i got in life so it gets my everything
Smoking a fat blunt to the head
Got me feeling king kong
But I'm living evil dead
So sick in the head
I think I've slept and left the world
Poppin off
Like a rocket outta pocket
Imma hurl straight down to the earth
Coming from another planet
Hear to put in the gang
[?] dark pimpin' on the business
Two smoke pistol playa on the scene
When the money's getting tight
Bet the hustle's getting mean
Just a locced out mac, creepin up from the south
Kick it with that westside
Guess if baker showing out