Houdini, Tallup Twinz, Burna Bandz - Ratio lyrics
[Houdini, Tallup Twinz, Burna Bandz - Ratio lyrics]
Sippin' on Hi Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearin' the gang on the radio
I got her runnin' fellatio
(I got her runnin' fellatio) trained to blow
Uhh
Sippin' on Hi Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearin' the gang on the radio
I got her runnin' fellatio
I got some niggas that's trained to blow
Hammer around so it's safe to go
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Traphouse prayin' I make it home
Talkin' in code, jakes tappin' the phone
Count dirty money, can't clean it with soap
Come through we makin' a scene for sure
Lil' bro aim for his top, let it go
Me and Hou trap by the eskimos
Bricks in the igloo, it's not for the low
Dropped in the one got a two on the stove
Got it all off, two birds in one stone
I'm outta town tryna' flip me some dope
All of this white, man, I feel like the popes
Ya I'm in the trenches I'm up on the road
Trap going dumb, need a whole 'nother phone
I put a two, got a four on the stove
HH, yeah I got me a clone
It ain't safe, where I'm from need a pole
Remember days kickin' them doors
My niggas takin' them souls
Come from the North where it's colder
Couldn't lean on a shoulder
Hopin' we don't get pulled over
'Cause if we do then it's over
Hundred sticks, hundred soldiers
And I've never been a dojer
She know me, I don't know her
Sippin' on Hi Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearin' the gang on the radio
I got her runnin' fellatio
I got some niggas that's trained to blow
Hammer around so it's safe to go
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Traphouse prayin' I make it home
Talkin' in code, jakes tappin' the phone
Count dirty money, can't clean it with soap
Come through we makin' a scene for sure
Lil' bro aim for his top, let it go
Me and Hou trap by the eskimos
Bricks in the igloo, it's not for the low
Dropped in the one got a two on the stove
Got it all off, two birds in one stone
Drinkin' on lean, sippin' Ratio
I'm up on the road, I'm making a jug
I pray that I make it home
My bro on the phone, he just heard my verse
He said that it gave him hope
He said just keep going
You know that we got it
Yeah, we gotta make it, bro
My niggas they juugin' even in the summer
You know that we make it snow
My momma, she buggin'
She say that I'm thuggin'
She say I need to change my goals
She say I need to change my ways
Forever stay stuck on that gang shit
These niggas, they know what we bangin'
Got a glizzy, the clip, it be hangin'
These niggas, they don't want no static
Pull up and the scene, get dramatic
My niggas, we pullin' these tactics
Don't fuck with ho's that be ratchet
My niggas, we makin' a move
My niggas, we makin' it happen
You niggas ain't 'bout it, you actin'
Hop out in the cut and start spazzin'
Hearin' the gang on the radio
I got her runnin' fellatio
(I got her runnin' fellatio) trained to blow
Uhh
Sippin' on Hi Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearin' the gang on the radio
I got her runnin' fellatio
I got some niggas that's trained to blow
Hammer around so it's safe to go
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Traphouse prayin' I make it home
Talkin' in code, jakes tappin' the phone
Count dirty money, can't clean it with soap
Come through we makin' a scene for sure
Lil' bro aim for his top, let it go
Me and Hou trap by the eskimos
Bricks in the igloo, it's not for the low
Dropped in the one got a two on the stove
Got it all off, two birds in one stone
I'm outta town tryna' flip me some dope
All of this white, man, I feel like the popes
Ya I'm in the trenches I'm up on the road
Trap going dumb, need a whole 'nother phone
I put a two, got a four on the stove
HH, yeah I got me a clone
It ain't safe, where I'm from need a pole
Remember days kickin' them doors
My niggas takin' them souls
Come from the North where it's colder
Couldn't lean on a shoulder
Hopin' we don't get pulled over
'Cause if we do then it's over
Hundred sticks, hundred soldiers
And I've never been a dojer
She know me, I don't know her
Sippin' on Hi Tech, I'm done with the ratio
Hearin' the gang on the radio
I got her runnin' fellatio
I got some niggas that's trained to blow
Hammer around so it's safe to go
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Blowin' a cheque and I make some more
Traphouse prayin' I make it home
Talkin' in code, jakes tappin' the phone
Count dirty money, can't clean it with soap
Come through we makin' a scene for sure
Lil' bro aim for his top, let it go
Me and Hou trap by the eskimos
Bricks in the igloo, it's not for the low
Dropped in the one got a two on the stove
Got it all off, two birds in one stone
Drinkin' on lean, sippin' Ratio
I'm up on the road, I'm making a jug
I pray that I make it home
My bro on the phone, he just heard my verse
He said that it gave him hope
He said just keep going
You know that we got it
Yeah, we gotta make it, bro
My niggas they juugin' even in the summer
You know that we make it snow
My momma, she buggin'
She say that I'm thuggin'
She say I need to change my goals
She say I need to change my ways
Forever stay stuck on that gang shit
These niggas, they know what we bangin'
Got a glizzy, the clip, it be hangin'
These niggas, they don't want no static
Pull up and the scene, get dramatic
My niggas, we pullin' these tactics
Don't fuck with ho's that be ratchet
My niggas, we makin' a move
My niggas, we makin' it happen
You niggas ain't 'bout it, you actin'
Hop out in the cut and start spazzin'