Adam Calhoun, Brodnax - Ratchet Strap lyrics
[Adam Calhoun, Brodnax - Ratchet Strap lyrics]
You know I ain't fuckin wit you
Living my life like I got
Nothin left to prove
I keep on grindin till there's
Nothing left to do
And just remember it's all on you oouu
I'm swingin for the fences
Knock the covers off the
Rocking coveralls I've been hot for so long
I'm not gonna see the fall
Paull wall taught me how to you know ball
And all ya'll fake as shit
Middle of the mall
I been rappin like a motherfucker
8 albums 2 years
All these plaques, who cares
You don't get the news then
You lookin at tookie
I'm just lookin at you goofy
You don't even know who tookie is
I know you just my little kids
I'm slap boxin, rap monster
Quit nowmy last option bank account fat
Action bronson, money bags sent
Get your honey fucked in the ass
In the back of a hatchback you just half ass
I'm sick as fuck I need a hazmat
Johnny where you going with
That shotgun Johnny
Ohhhh that bitch knows he in trouble
You hear her saying ooouuuu
John Terrell Brodnax they said they
Never heard of me
Old white cat, murdering every fuckin beat
That Adam put him on
You can't duplicate a clone
Feel better under pressure
I won't be un breaka
Got a grind on your grind
Bitch it's really going down
If you have a pair of you
Cant really stop the shine
When I find what I'm looking for I
Put it in a figure 4
And even if he taps bitch I ain't letting go
This for the ones that never made
It and everybody that hate it
If we ever traded places the
Pressure would break us
Ain't no faking I'm under
The old laws pause
Papaw, the coldest white rapper
That they ever saw
You know I ain't fuckin wit you
Living my life like I got
Nothin left to prove
I keep on grindin till there's
Nothing left to do
And just remember it's all on you oouu
Show em somethin about how tough you
Are thats what I heard
Softer then a perm probably keep
Your money in a purse you don't
Two for one put em in the hearse
I ain't tryin to hear how much it
Cost for me to do a verse
And I ain't doing shit unless
It's Jelly Struggle Church
And you ain't doing shit but
Never standing on your word
I say I say what's worse
This shit is for the birds
And I ain't giving up till
My name is mentioned first
You know I ain't fuckin wit you
Living my life like I got
Nothin left to prove
I keep on grindin till there's
Nothing left to do
And just remember it's all on you oouu
Living my life like I got
Nothin left to prove
I keep on grindin till there's
Nothing left to do
And just remember it's all on you oouu
I'm swingin for the fences
Knock the covers off the
Rocking coveralls I've been hot for so long
I'm not gonna see the fall
Paull wall taught me how to you know ball
And all ya'll fake as shit
Middle of the mall
I been rappin like a motherfucker
8 albums 2 years
All these plaques, who cares
You don't get the news then
You lookin at tookie
I'm just lookin at you goofy
You don't even know who tookie is
I know you just my little kids
I'm slap boxin, rap monster
Quit nowmy last option bank account fat
Action bronson, money bags sent
Get your honey fucked in the ass
In the back of a hatchback you just half ass
I'm sick as fuck I need a hazmat
Johnny where you going with
That shotgun Johnny
Ohhhh that bitch knows he in trouble
You hear her saying ooouuuu
John Terrell Brodnax they said they
Never heard of me
Old white cat, murdering every fuckin beat
That Adam put him on
You can't duplicate a clone
Feel better under pressure
I won't be un breaka
Got a grind on your grind
Bitch it's really going down
If you have a pair of you
Cant really stop the shine
When I find what I'm looking for I
Put it in a figure 4
And even if he taps bitch I ain't letting go
This for the ones that never made
It and everybody that hate it
If we ever traded places the
Pressure would break us
Ain't no faking I'm under
The old laws pause
Papaw, the coldest white rapper
That they ever saw
You know I ain't fuckin wit you
Living my life like I got
Nothin left to prove
I keep on grindin till there's
Nothing left to do
And just remember it's all on you oouu
Show em somethin about how tough you
Are thats what I heard
Softer then a perm probably keep
Your money in a purse you don't
Two for one put em in the hearse
I ain't tryin to hear how much it
Cost for me to do a verse
And I ain't doing shit unless
It's Jelly Struggle Church
And you ain't doing shit but
Never standing on your word
I say I say what's worse
This shit is for the birds
And I ain't giving up till
My name is mentioned first
You know I ain't fuckin wit you
Living my life like I got
Nothin left to prove
I keep on grindin till there's
Nothing left to do
And just remember it's all on you oouu