Ratchet Heauxs lyrics

[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
f*cking all boners the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the b*tch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the b*tch
Groupie hoes do groupie things

[Verse 1]
You a ratchet ass set a n*gga up
For his money ass, groupie ass, no class
Low cash, broke ass, b*tch
Steady sh*t talking, b*tch get walking
You know I’m p*ssed off I don’t talk like this often
You say I’m on a show over this tip
When it’s 40 below snowing and sh*t
And still nothing cold as a b*tch
She almost as low as a snitch
On a toad and pole of those who belong in the ditch
I had to give his mother the news
This chick set my home boy up, n*ggas rushed in, whacked my home boy up
I’m f*cking confused
She was in love with my dude, just my home boy’s luck
He trusted the wrong ho
50 thousands in jury, put his beautiful kids
On the funeral front row
And I’m 'posed to let it go, okay I feel you
But if I ever see you b*tch, I’mma kill you
[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
f*cking all boners the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the b*tch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the b*tch
Groupie hoes do groupie things

[Verse 2]
You a ratchet ass reality show wanna star in ass
Always looking pass a good hard working man ass b*tch
See a broke n*gga the ho is laughing
Knowing damn well your account is over drafting
f*ck a regular n*gga main she looking for a draft pick
Her goal is to marry him then divorce him on some half sh*t
If she don’t get that far, with that star
She got some black mailing photographs to get that car
Or put them on media take out
He pulling the media cake out
Before the bomb drop in his back yard and on FaceBook the b*tch act hard
And soon as you see that groupie sh*t, diss that broad
Don’t be like me, you know how these girls are
They nuts over ours nuts kinds like squirrels are
I lift my problems, put my drama on the curl ball
Still my-still my-still my-still my was on world star
[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
f*cking all boners the songs she sings
Groupie hoes do groupie things
And it make you wanna kill the b*tch
Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
I said it make you wanna kill the b*tch
Groupie hoes do groupie things

[Outro]
Yeah I put my trust in you
Ya know what I mean
I never would've thought you would do me like that