Ratchet lyrics

[Intro: Icy Narco]
Blood on my gun, that's a Red Drum
Gang
You hear that sh*t?
That's my chain swangin' b*tch
I pull up on you, I want your gun, I want your b*tch
I want all that
Huh, what (pew-pew-pew)
Huh, huh, what
Hmm

[Chorus: Icy Narco]
Ratchet b*tch, why you tryna' go and hit this lick?
Got it by my lonely, f*ck a clique (f*ck 'em)
Ratchet b*tch, why you tryna' go and hit this lick? (huh)
Got it by my lonely, f*ck a clique

[Verse 1: Icy Narco]
A-All this ice, icy fever, b*tch I'm sick (burr)
I'm off the bean, b*tch we aren't on the same tick
I'm coming up, bandwagon on this di*k
All these b*tches surfing on my f*cking drip (slick)
I hit a lick, lick, you know I get licked (gang)
I'm lookin' at my wrist, Bentley on my wrist
I'm robbing yola and you know I flip a brick (kilo)
Sushi sake, you can hear these chopsticks (ching chong)
All these-all these demons out the coffin, I'm a trick (demon)
Blueberry diamonds on my neck, look acidic (bling)
Baby girl, the way that I drip, you finna slip (drip, drip)
Make sure when you lick it's all on this di*k (drip)
[Verse 2: Dom Chasin' Paper]
Dom Chasin' Paper
Ooh
Diamonds cold (burr)
Got my neck on froze (yuh)
Designer clothes, and I'm f*cking foreign hoes (ooh)
Off the blow, she got cocaine in her nose
Hoe, I'm balling hard, break your ankle Derrick Rose (ooh)
b*tch I got that pack, that's on the low (ayy, yuh)
I'ma pipe this sh*t up at the show (ayy, yuh)
Got a couple hoes, and they on gold (yuh, uh)
I just poured a four, it got me slowed

[Chorus: Icy Narco]
Ratchet b*tch, why you tryna' go and hit this lick?
Got it by my lonely, f*ck a clique (f*ck 'em)
Ratchet b*tch, why you tryna' go and hit this lick? (huh)
Got it by my lonely, f*ck a clique