Fan lyrics

[Chorus: Ratchet Roach]
f*ck a n*gga
Kill a n*gga
Make a statement (x8)

[Verse 1: Ratchet Roach]
f*ck a n*gga and them n*ggas that you came with
Ain't this your b*tch?
Lies like shooting this di*k
We and n*ggas gonna finally embrace this sh*t
We gon talk like a [?] face that b*tch
f*cking on my name - you done make that wish
Once slide n*gga like sissy sh*t
They know I was a psyc n*gga, yall ain't b*tch
It's that quick b*tch with a AI stick [?]
[?] give hellos b*tch
Get on the floor, lay low, b*tch
Ratchet keep a strap like Lilo to Stitch
Bippin came with a b*tch
Oh, Am I ready, you flip
Fifty shots right off my hip
Fifty shots right to your whip


[Verse 2: Killstation]
Feeling homicidal in the cut, yuh
At the cemetery smoking bloody blunts, what?
I don’t give a f*ck
Am I eternal?
Put you in the morgue
Playing pus*y - you get fist f*cked
At the cemеtery smoking bloody blunts
I don’t give a f*ck
Put you in the morguе
[Chorus: Ratchet Roach]
f*ck a n*gga
Kill a n*gga
Make a statement (x8)

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