Ratz lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Oh my God)

[Verse]
Looking like a fiend for my new sh*t, yeah
We'll serve anything for them blue strips, yeah
Alexander McQueen for my new b*tch, yeah
Keep it off IG if you gon' shoot sh*t, yeah
Ain't going out like that
Ain't going out like a rat
I sleep with my strap, uh huh
Uh, uh, n*ggas know where I'm at
n*ggas ain't thugging like that
You sound like a b*tch n*gga
And I flex on a b*tch n*gga
And I'm off of the dope
We upping the score
And you can get hit n*gga, uh
I don't wanna pic' n*gga
Ayy, could you get off my di*k n*gga?
And I'm f*cking your ho
She leaving with me
'Cause she see my di*k bigger
I feel like the sh*t n*gga
John got a choppa that's bussin'
We tied in like families, we keep it a hunnid
Uh, I got beef but nobody want it
While you sleep, I'm getting some money
I'ma creep, you know that I'm coming
I got one of these lil' n*ggas running like Ricky
Uh, like Ricky, ayy, when we slide on em, we tear up the city
Uh, I come from the slums but talking 'bout guns
I got many, ayy I got plenty
Ayy, I'ma slide in that Bimmer, come [?] me
And just like T$F, b*tch I be dripping
Ayy, I just slept with that b*tch, left a hickey
[Open Verse]