Ratchet Ass Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk
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[Intro]
Billboard Hitmakers
Young BL$$D boy you saucin'
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Gotta ride with them sticks
Screaming, "Fuck the opposite"
The streets gon' talk 'bout what they hear
The streets they took a lot of tears
Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here
Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here
Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here
Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Tell that bitch I'ma hit her line when my plane land (let me get thru security)
When I'm in your city, I be runnin' around, don't even make plans (just chill in the room)
YSL hoodie on my top half, costed 8 bands (Saint Laurent)
Almost ran from the Sprinter, thought it was the raid van
Hit yo' city with 200 long, this before I pick up the back end
Move around like I'm a giant, my shoes you couldn't put Shaq in
Went on tour with 30 bitches, we gon' need way more credentials
50K just on this pendant, you reach I'ma let off a missile
Michael Jackson in my city turn you to a zombie, no Thriller
Caught an attempt on your bitch, when I fucked her I tried to kill her
Crib came with a theater, I used to sleep in the trenches
Space heaters, fast food boxes all you see in here, nigga
Billboard Hitmakers
Young BL$$D boy you saucin'
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Gotta ride with them sticks
Screaming, "Fuck the opposite"
The streets gon' talk 'bout what they hear
The streets they took a lot of tears
Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here
Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here
Don't bring my ratchet ass up in here
Don't bring yo' ratchet ass up in here
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Tell that bitch I'ma hit her line when my plane land (let me get thru security)
When I'm in your city, I be runnin' around, don't even make plans (just chill in the room)
YSL hoodie on my top half, costed 8 bands (Saint Laurent)
Almost ran from the Sprinter, thought it was the raid van
Hit yo' city with 200 long, this before I pick up the back end
Move around like I'm a giant, my shoes you couldn't put Shaq in
Went on tour with 30 bitches, we gon' need way more credentials
50K just on this pendant, you reach I'ma let off a missile
Michael Jackson in my city turn you to a zombie, no Thriller
Caught an attempt on your bitch, when I fucked her I tried to kill her
Crib came with a theater, I used to sleep in the trenches
Space heaters, fast food boxes all you see in here, nigga
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