Rachett Flow Lyrics

Hood shit run off in your trap like where the drugs at

Aint nomore supply when i find out where your plug at

Real shit I run down imma rob jit

No cap if he move wrong imma slide jit

Fuck a rock and the block I can get it quicker

Hit a lick quarter brick get a lil more richer

It take five minutes to plot it out double back spin again you gone ride or die

Fuck you mean what you saying ain playing round

Everybody in this bitch imma lay them down

All that pocket watching really a get you gunned down

Feel like biggie if you ain't know you know now

Florida niggas coming up bih count me in

I can add subtract and multiply dividends

Like a eighteen wheeler I can bring it in

Straight drop no cut I might cop a benz

From the block to a cell I'm just reminiscing

He ain't really got motion man that nigga tripping

You would think a nigga tricking I be blessing bitchs

If I got it she ain't never got to go and get it

I'm the type of nigga to help you open up a business

Just put that pussy in the freezer can't let a nigga get it

Ain never insecure I'm just saying though

I'll pull up to your crib and get to spraying hoe

I know a lot of niggas doubt me i don't give a fuck

How you gone prosper if you always giving up

Fuck the fame get the bag nigga run it up

Niggas change for the bag niggas know wassup

I'm the type to help my dog and never bring it up

All that playing round pussy

You gone get fucked I bought a AR fifteen I don't want to knuckle up

Don't try to tell me stop the violence put the guns up

Cause if they slide on this block imma let it blow

For the fame I'll never change on lil bro

Bitch I'm still coping tees from the corner store

Still bringing in them thangs by the truck load fuck troll

Triple cross the double cross imma real wiz

If you ain't know it I'll show you how to get it in

From the block to the booth imma make you feel me

Tupac killuminiti make you niggas kill me

He need a pill for a drill man these niggas kill me

Ain't no cap in my rap bitch this the real me

I'm a top tier nigga all these bitchs feel me

If she need a couple hundred don't be shy to tell me

All this green in my jeans yea you can smell me

Ainn never go to class how the teacher fail me

I was trying to get a bag I'm where the sales be

If a nigga run up on me imma leave him six feet