Stunna Girl - Ratch lyrics
[Stunna Girl - Ratch lyrics]
(Helluva made the beat, baby)
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
He love me 'cause he know I'm
Ratchet and I like to fuck
He know that I'm in love with diamonds
So he ice me up
Even when we goin' shopping
He gon' keep it tucked
Put the pistol on the dresser
When we 'bout to fuck
On his square about Stunna
I'm his little baby
And drop a bag at the dealer
His and her Mercedes
Beat the pussy like he beat the block
He give me head, I give him head
I call that a swap
Stash that shit, gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work
I'ma bag that shit
Stash that shit, gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work
I'ma bag that shit
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
Ask about the youngin
Ain't shit to find a freak
All her bags a dime a piece
Nah, for real, I'm kind of cheap
Free them boys from
Drank too high, I'm buying weed
How you fear? No, I ain't on it
Still be thuggin' on the corner
On he always hit's the
Pointers, yeah, thirty, bitch
Bought my bae a pair of buffs
Like she a nerdy bitch
She ain't cold, curve the bitch
A lil' weed, serving brick
I still be on my murder shit
Tryna catch a body
I grew up in the murder med
Fuckin' with them hotties
On the shit, but if I wasn't, nigga
You couldn't tell
I've been turnt since jail
Millionaire since bail
Fuck the judge, free Nell
Hustle Boys forever
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
He love me 'cause he know I'm
Ratchet and I like to fuck
He know that I'm in love with diamonds
So he ice me up
Even when we goin' shopping
He gon' keep it tucked
Put the pistol on the dresser
When we 'bout to fuck
On his square about Stunna
I'm his little baby
And drop a bag at the dealer
His and her Mercedes
Beat the pussy like he beat the block
He give me head, I give him head
I call that a swap
Stash that shit, gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work
I'ma bag that shit
Stash that shit, gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work
I'ma bag that shit
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
Ask about the youngin
Ain't shit to find a freak
All her bags a dime a piece
Nah, for real, I'm kind of cheap
Free them boys from
Drank too high, I'm buying weed
How you fear? No, I ain't on it
Still be thuggin' on the corner
On he always hit's the
Pointers, yeah, thirty, bitch
Bought my bae a pair of buffs
Like she a nerdy bitch
She ain't cold, curve the bitch
A lil' weed, serving brick
I still be on my murder shit
Tryna catch a body
I grew up in the murder med
Fuckin' with them hotties
On the shit, but if I wasn't, nigga
You couldn't tell
I've been turnt since jail
Millionaire since bail
Fuck the judge, free Nell
Hustle Boys forever
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I'm ratch and he know that
Ghetto-ass bitch, but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks