Ratchets Songtext

von KitschKrieg

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