NAV, Guap Tarantino - Ratchets lyrics

Talk, talk young Freeband Gang, yeah
ATL Jacob

Got the bags from LA, took a PJ to Miami
Lil one got the stick
He got that Draco automatic
Went to Avianne and put them birds on a Patek
12 just hit the spot
We put the birds in the attic zone 6 nigga
You steal them pills from my granny
I just kept shit real, now your meals
Freeband bandit i done got that damn deal
Now they got chills, we want static
I just went up a hill
Finna stop fuckin' ratchets

I just went top rope, Guap Mode on a baddie
Plug Life chain around my neck
Finna get the bird tatted
I'm the same young nigga
Used to get gas from my daddy
In high school, nigga, in every class
I kept that ratchet
Yeen gotta know, put them racks up
I just spent a dub at the down club
Them ain't real diamonds on your wrist, boy
Hold your Rollie up
Young Freeband Gang, we in this bitch
So please don't act tough
Put them racks on her back, back that ass
Bring it back in the Wraith, me and NAV
(Skrt) , keep Hi Tech in the lab
A hundred bags, do the math, run up a bag
Warrin' sad
A hundred racks, me and NAV, got in my bag
No cap

Got the bags from LA, took a PJ to Miami
Lil one got the stick
He got that Draco automatic
Went to Avianne and put them birds on a Patek
12 just hit the spot
We put the birds in the attic zone 6 nigga
You steal them pills from my granny
I just kept shit real, now your meals
Freeband bandit i done got that damn deal
Now they got chills, we want static
I just went up a hill
Finna stop fuckin' ratchets

Got a Zone 6 ratchet
She be sleepin' on a mattress
Fuck her in the attic
Spend like 80 on a Patek
Ridin' with an address and a semi-automatic
Don't do it, no pillow talkin'
I am not a chatty patty
Your girlfriend call me zaddy 'cause
I'm richer than her daddy
Prada shoes with the strap
I can't wear no Ballys
My fans be screamin' louder than
The crowd at March Madness
Pourin' up the mud, I'm stuck
I'm tryna keep my balance
I went halfs with Cash and took a jet to ATL
Me and Plug got 30 bitches
Sittin' in a hotel never mind my haters
Let 'em watch my pockets swell
XO FBG, you diss
You runnin' from these shells

Got the bags from LA, took a PJ to Miami
Lil one got the stick
He got that Draco automatic
Went to Avianne and put them birds on a Patek
12 just hit the spot
We put the birds in the attic zone 6 nigga
You steal them pills from my granny
I just kept shit real, now your meals
Freeband bandit i done got that damn deal
Now they got chills, we want static
I just went up a hill
Finna stop fuckin' ratchets