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ratchet - true fiction lyrics

[intro: young zen]
yuh
i got a muhf*ckin’ hawaiian punch water fountain in my room, b*tch
sippin’ rosé out the faucet

[verse 1: young zen]
take your girl on a date
ask you how my d*ck tastes
n*ggas know i’m never late (nah)
it ain’t up for debate
nike slides on my feet
lookin’ for a real freak
swipin’ right then meet
she gon’ swallow my skeet
pullin’ up with a bad b*tch
actually she’s just average (she’s just average)
i can’t handle all the baggage
pills turn me to a savage
sippin’ henny get my head right
f*cked a b*tch just last night
good head and the p*ssy tight
said, good head and the p*ssy tight

[verse 2: stephen patrick]
i don’t f*ck with them ratchets
i stay posted with a bad b*tch
i just pass ’em like madden
tell my n*ggas they can have ’em
c’mon boy just face it!
she don’t love you ’cause you basic
it’s 2020 like some lasik
in her face like some braces
say her daddy’s kinda racist (there’s black people!)
but he’s never gonna say sh*t (then there’s n*ggers!)
gotta love it when they hatin’
good p*ssy kinda dangerous
yuh
yuh
good p*ssy kinda dangerous
swear the gas just make me anxious
but the head good when i’m faded

[chorus: velvet squish]
east coast
west coast
i got them ratchets
in my phone
i said, east coast
west coast
if they got the ratchets
that’s where i wanna go!

[verse 3: isaac the kid & young zen]
i leave a bad b*tch waitin’
i keep it a buck
so i don’t spend on you fake ones
none!
so get the f*ck up out my face honey
no time to waste
i gotta make money
i leave a pretty b*tch waitin’
call me too many times and your number gets erased
from my cellular
b*tch, i go too hard
to post up at the bar playin’ the field like peyton (what? are you joking?)

[verse 4: michael hologram & isaac the kid]
johnny popsticks
comin’ with that hot sh*t
bouta make the block lit
pourin’ something toxic
get popped for some neighbors call the cops sh*t
never gonna stop
this the flavor got ’em nauseous (got ’em sick!)
my swag stay drippin’ (drip!)
and my drip you can’t cop it (nah)
i’m champagne sippin’
you’re in coach, i’m in the c*ckpit
i never hit the bank because i got direct deposit
and a stash up in my mattress for the cash up in my pocket
yeah, hit me on my flip phone
talkin’ to your b*tch
she needs some d*ck before she gets home
so slide up to the pimps throne
and if you’ve got a problem you can tell it to my pistol (doot doot doot doot doot)

[interlude: f*ckboi slim & stephen patrick]
maaaaan
true fiction some weird ass n*ggas…
them n*ggas goofy! (haha f*ck)

[verse 5: michael hologram]
the molly got me tweakin’
the henny’s what i’m drinkin’
i never brush my t**th but get more p*ssy than the weeknd
calamari eatin’
but boy we’re still creepin’
step up to the team, you’ll find your family in the deep end

[verse 6: isaac the kid]
f*ck up a check on some nikes
might call your b*tch ’cause she likes me
met that b*tch once now she wifey
don’t even gotta invite me!
i’ma pull up up to the function
backflip off the rafters
don’t give a f*ck if i’m toxic
sippin’ rosé out the faucet

[verse 7: stephen patrick & isaac the kid]
i had some sense than i lost it (lost!)
just hit the blunt now i’m crossin’ (yuh!)
hit the function and we saucin’
mike jones, way i’m flossin’

[verse 8: michael hologram]
catch me chillin’ in my coffin
mixtape label caution
i’m in her throat like a lozenge
yeah i keep that p*ssy poppin’

[verse 9: young zen & isaac the kid]
p*ssy pop on a handstand
charge you 20 for like half a xan (f*ck you!)
yeah, that’s money in my left hand
cashin’ out, b*tch i’m the man

[verse 10: lil escalade]
she fine, hope it work right
mixmatch, my flow tight
still fly, b*tch, no kite
bossed up, we stay nice

[verse 11: isaac the kid]
yeah, she’s f*ckin’ done man!
yeah, i hit her like she’s a 10
yeah, i go in like f*ckin’ flynn
yeah, ugh

[verse 12: young zen & everyone]
f*ck that b*tch into the dirt
i’ma make that p*ssy squirt
put that p*ssy in the earth
suck my d*ck until it hurt
(laughter)

[breakdown: pensacola slim]
p*ssy pop on a handstand
on a handstand (on a handstand!)
p*ssy pop on a handstand
on a handstand (on a handstand!)
p*ssy pop on a handstand
on a handstand (on a handstand!)
p*ssy pop on a hand*

[chorus: velvet squish]
east coast
west coast
i got them ratchets
in my phone
i said, east coast
west coast
if they got the ratchets
that’s where i wanna go
east coast
west coast
i got them ratchets
in my phone
i said, east coast
west coast
if they got the ratchets
that’s where i wanna go!

- true fiction lyrics

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