[Intro]
Buck I see you
Mustard on the beat ho!
[Verse 2]
Fat p**y
Hit it from the back p**y
Run a lap, Marathon
Make a track p**y
Jack p**y
f** it in the trap p**y
Have a n***a k**in' other n***as, if you have p**y
Wait a second no pants, Air tight
And only club if your hair and nails right
f** them red bottom jays for the fair price
Knock a n***a down with you friend, You the share type
Rack city
Tyga said rack city
Black fifty
Gucci with the black dickies
Back with me
Man I go all in
Twitter fan, tell the b**h you can call in
Ass like Nicky
Never leave a hicky
Got a n***a in the b**h, f** waitin' you picky
You ain't ever been MickyYou a fool on the meat
f** what they talkin' bout' you a fool in the sheets
[Hook]
"She holla"
Where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, im the quarter back
f** a pretty b**h gotta let you have it
I don't do this for the motherf**ing rapping; I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
[Verse 2]
Verse two
Sadity man I hate those
Go bowling in her p**y, A hole
Nice face but her a** like play dough
Charge on the mouth with my dick, Diego
Knock it off knock it in then knock it down
Mayweather with the ratchets, knock em out
Said her last n***a weird, Pacquiao
Left her in the studio, a** up face down
Pretty b**hes gon' hate we don't need that
Where the ratchets at, tell me where the ratchets at
Shake your a** to the beat then bring it back
Mills said bleed
Driver can you handle that?
[Hook]
"She holla"
Where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, im the quarter back
f** a pretty b**h gotta let you have it
I dont do this for the mutha f**in' rappin', I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
[Outro]
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