Key Glock – Ratchet Lyrics

Ratchet Lyrics by Key Glock

[Intro]
G-Lock, yeah
(BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Old cappin’-ass niggas (Cap)
Got clips like a movie for these actin’-ass niggas
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (Skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills with that ratchet on me, nigga
These niggas playin’ both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up
I’m shittin’ on the industry, can’t crop me out the picture

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bad bitch on my side, nigga, I call her Matilda (Yeah)
Seven in my Backwood, came a long way from the Swishers
Ayy, when you run that money up, just watch them niggas switch up (Ayy)
This money shit ain’t new to me, at fifteen, I was ten up
Bad bitch look like a pinup, walkin’ ’round with my chin up
One money-hungry-ass nigga, breakfast, lunch, and dinner (Yeah)
I took a couple losses, that shit there made me a winner
Uh, boss shit, baby, yeah, I do this for Flippa, bitch

[Chorus]
I’m nothin’ like these cappin’-ass niggas
Got clips like a movie for these actin’-ass niggas
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, all out in the hills with that ratchet on me, nigga
These niggas playin’ both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up
I’m shittin’ on the industry, can’t crop me out the picture (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Nigga, what the fuck you thought this was? (Huh?)
Yeah, I got murder on my mind and it’s not the drugs
I’m not your folks, I’m not your cousin, I’m not your blood
Yep, I pour fours all the time, I sip lots of mud
White folks starin’ at me, I’m a rich-ass thug
Fuck your bitch from the back while I’m hittin’ my Dougie
Yeah, I smell like Baccarat, but the blunt still musty
Diamonds dancin’, Michael Jackson, I’m a bad motherfucker
Uh, yeah (Ayy), I’m a bad motherfucker (Glizock)
Diamonds dancin’, Michael Jackson, I’m a bad motherfucker
New Celine jean jacket, bitch, I dress like a trucker
All these bitches on my ding-a-ling like John Tucker
Yeah, uh (What?)

[Chorus]
Old cappin’-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got clips like a movie for these actin’-ass niggas
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (Skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills with that ratchet on me, nigga
These niggas playin’ both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up
I’m shittin’ on the industry, can’t crop me out the picture, bitch