Ratchets

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Fever
 What's rollin'
 K-K-K-K KitschKrieg
 Now it's back to the basics
 He catch a face shot if he actin'
 My niggas fiendin' for static
 Think that its sweet on the fifth, let 'em have it
 Tie up your laces we coming outside
 M-16 make 'em backflip
 My killy, he patiently waitin' to slide
 Throw him the bag, now he livin' lavish
 Ratchets, gun play, automatics
 Fashion, black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Ratchets, gun play, automatics
 Fashion, black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Took a trip to the other side
 Just to see if them niggas they really slide
 What's the facts?
 We came from humble times
 Used to homicides
 I'm a nigga that's bound to react
 So please do not play around
 We might lay you down
 With 'bout sixty rounds out da Mac
 I don't give a fuck
 Let that nigga act
 I'm the only reason niggas on the map
 What y'all into
 I ain't never care bout credentials
 I kill a killa real quick, ain't an issue
 May God bless cuz them bullets gonna hit you
 Left his family in tears, we ain't never had fear
 I'm a star, most of y'all ain't official
 And I'm straight from the gutter, nigga ask my cruda on the block
 I was totin' a pistol
 Put the barrel of the 40 to your mouth
 Cock it back, now them bullets gon' kiss you
 My nina got kicks, she a freak with them lips
 She gon' fuck with your dental
 There's 60k up on the Chevy it went through
 Shooter gang, I ain't tryin to wrestle
 Double M, we the fever, it's stuck in my mental
 Top Boy now, they don't know what I been through
 Look
 When we gettin ready for the function
 Gotta tuck that pole, you already know
 My niggas trained for dumping
 We in the club, packin'
 Berlin chick, accent
 Feelin' my vibe, laughin'
 But don't get it confused, it get tragic
 Now it's back to the basics
 He catch a face shot if he actin'
 My niggas fiendin' for static
 Think that it's sweet on the fifth, let 'em have it
 Tie up your laces we coming outside
 M-16 make em backflip
 My killy, he patiently waitin' to slide
 Throw him the bag, now he livin' lavish
 Ratchets, gun play, automatics
 Fashion, black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Ratchets, gun play, automatics
 Fashion, black hoodie, black mask, matching
 The homie caught a head tap
 We gon' get back
 Tell them skip states
 We don't stress that
 Bag on my head it's a ten pack
 Tell that boy triple to see if he flex that
 If you on the EBK know that I meant that
 Drop a bomb on a pussy, Semtex
 Quick with the reflex, still ducking detects
 I know some niggas condoning them rejects
 Start to jumpin
 My niggas fiendin' to dump it
 We start uppin'
 And his main bitch love the rumpin'
 Dumpin', dumpin'
 Brand new Tommy with a drumstick
 Pumpin', pumpin'
 Watch how the pussy nigga heart pumpin'
 If we passing through then it's danger
 Shootin' like Reggie Miller on the Pacers
 It was overdue, he had to pay up
 I'm in a room full of risk takers
 In a town overseas, you know we got flavors
 Fizzle came with the beam, we call that the laser
 Hot grabba a spliff, came straight from Jamaica (weh yuh deh pon)
 And I'm still on the fifth, you can call me the Mayor (you gon' call me the Mayor)
 Keep two extra clips, pull from deep like I'm Granger
 Look, and my little baddie fit, bust a nut fuck her make up
 Now it's back to the basics
 He catch a face shot if he actin'
 My niggas fiendin' for static
 Think that its sweet on the fifth, let 'em have it
 Tie up your laces we coming outside
 M-16 make em backflip
 My killy, he patiently waitin' to slide
 Throw him the bag, now he livin' lavish
 Ratchets, gun play, automatic
 Fashion, black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Ratchets, gun play, automatic
 Fashion, black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Black hoodie, black mask, matching
 Black hoodie, black mask, matching
 

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Duration
03:42
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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