Lyrics Ratchet - Packman, Trippie Redd, Smoke Purpp

Ratchet

All this motherfuckin' jewelry in here
All the motherfuckin' bands in here
Lil' Purpp, woo, Lil' Purpp, yeah
I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket
Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package
I-I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket
Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package
I’m sipping dirty Sprite, yeah, I’m fuckin' leaning
I’m riding in the whip, and got your bitch, she leaning
She sucking on this dick, I got her doing splits
And then she head bobbin', I’m grabbing on her wig
I told that bitch just chill, I’m worth couple mil'
I’m fucking hella rich, do you know how that feels?
I’m in the MayBach, and yeah, it’s paid back
I told my dog «Come through,» we go way back
I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket
Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package
I-I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket
Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package
Ooh, I love me a ratchet (Got it)
Hit 'em with that hatchet (Hatchet)
Yeah I’m pistol packin'
Fuck your fashion, I’m just blastin'
Automatics, doom-doom (Doom-doom)
Hit his head, he dead now (Yeah)
I hang with a ratchet (Yeah)
I hang with a ratchet (Yeah)
Hit that bitch from the back, yeah, that’s on the set, yeah
Count a check, then I flex, yeah, VVS, yeah
That’s them diamonds pack, rhyming, co-signing, glistening
I hope you niggas listening, got your bitches whistling
I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket
Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package
I-I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket
Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package