Trapbo' Chad - Ratchet lyrics

Back in ya face with all new track Pack in the bag got ash in my lap Back in the jams, more tax from the man Drop ya like a phone putta a crack in frame Put a latch on the can so ya can't get out Ima needa cigarette cause I just I ran out Ima needa put my cash in the bank And yo girl gotta Homie im straight out in the ville Trapbo chad kinda high on the real Stackin my bread way over ya head Im in the game you on the side lika ref Tryna talk sh** you could say it to my left Hookin my shot and it drops in the net Coughin my lung up out of my chest Cops on the watch f**, you know the rest Trap to the bo get the bong packed skrrrr Drivin kinda slow cause the po tryna scope Blurred is my vision, my mind on the goal Get cash, keep that… Slingin my dope like its cash for the gold Got me a little I started off broke Homie rolled 4 now we lighten em upppp Yooo girrrll gotttaaa Im on the road and I gotta packed bowl Middle the city im trap to the bo Now im more focus you can't track it down Better look up and hope that I come down Figure it out while im tokin that sour Too much smoke in the air to be grounded Im smiling about it You claimin you bout it but homie I doubt it Back in the booth with a cone pack yerrrrp Steady smoking onat homegrown trim High flights Jet's under my brim Trapbo Chad witcha boy Khanflik Im outdoors got my Newport lit Too smoked out ina two door whip In the lead and im the rookie Yo b**h gotta Kush smoke rollin bet its loud Nah hol up im gon roll it now Don't trip over this in the lead now Trapbo chad smoking them trees down No more practice no more patience Im chasin this down around the town If I gotta I prolly try to keep my weed down I don't need no Man ima sh** on em, rippin the skrilla til none of its left But a little one hit of the best of the medical Cesna properlers im flyin im high n im over the rest Im coughin up both of the lungs in my chest Im sayin well f** it im getting my rest when I die Top of the game like the dot to the “i” f**in yo girl while im high in the sky My combo a biggie no ice in my sprite Smoking the best for the rest of my life Finish ya girl then I sleep in the sky Tired of lyin im fired for life Gimme ya cash ima flip it in fact Break you piece when I double it back Rollin the pack after breakin her back Get the stick outcha a** man