GOD BLESS THE RATCHETS lyrics

[Intro]
Does it sound good?
Yeah, yeah, whoa
Pull up on em' like this
I pull up on em' like this

[Chorus]
God bless the ratchets
b*tches sexy, pornographic
A b*tch bad, that ain't average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A b*tch bad, that ain't average
She a savage, no compassion

[Post-Chorus]
Bad b*tches pull up on the westside
Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly
n*gga comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherf*cker like it's Left Eye

[Verse 1]
14 f*ckin' karats see the gold
b*tches, you don't want them to overload
You might have to pull up on the road
I do it all, I took my oath
[Refrain]
All my n*ggas they be with me
All my n*ggas they will let that motherf*cker fly
Won't let a n*gga forget me
n*gga do or die, do or die
n*gga homicide

[Chorus]
God bless the ratchets
b*tches sexy, pornographic
A b*tch bad, that ain't average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A b*tch bad, that ain't average
She a savage, no compassion

[Post-Chorus]
Bad b*tches pull up on the westside
Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly
n*gga comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherf*cker like it's Left Eye

[Verse 2]
You ever seen a f*ckin' b*tch with just way too much Gucci on? She might call the shots on you
30-inch weave, n*gga she could call the whole f*ckin' block on you
Pull another dough, never took patrol
Always took my hoe, pullin' this is slow-mo
Pullin' down the road, racin' through the coke
n*gga know my name, like it Domino's
[Refrain]
All my n*ggas they be with me
All my n*ggas they will let that motherf*cker fly
Won't let a n*gga forget me
n*gga do or die, do or die
n*gga homicide

[Chorus]
God bless the ratchets
b*tches sexy, pornographic
A b*tch bad, that ain't average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A b*tch bad, that ain't average
She a savage, no compassion

[Outro]
It's me and my compadres
I don't gotta do too much these days
Me and my compadres
You don't want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here
Ridin' til I die
I'm chasin' all them n*ggas from July
Screamin' homicide, homicide
'Till all of it's combined