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guap tarantino & nav - ratchets lyrics

[intro: guap tarantino]
talk, talk
young freeband gang, yeah
atl jacob

[chorus: guap tarantino]
got the bags from la, took a pj to miami
lil one got the stick, he got that draco automatic (drr)
went to avianne and put them birds on a patek (brr)
12 just hit the spot, we put the birds in the attic (brr)
zone 6 n-gga, you steal them pills from my granny
i just kept sh-t real, now your meals, freeband bandit
i done got that d-mn deal, now they got chills, we want static (woo)
i just went up a hill, finna stop f-ckin’ ratchets

[verse 1: guap tarantino]
i just went top rope, guap mode on a baddie (yah)
plug life chain around my neck, finna get the bird tatted (woo)
i’m the same young n-gga, used to get gas from my daddy
in high school, n-gga, in every cl-ss, i kept that ratchet (ra-ra-racks)
yeen gotta know, put them racks up (yah)
i just spent a dub at the down club (yah yah)
them ain’t real diamonds on your wrist, boy, hold your rollie up
young freeband gang, we in this b-tch, so please don’t act tough (young freebandz gang)
put them racks on her back, back that -ss, bring it back
in the wraith, me and nav (skrt), keep hi-tech in the lab
a hundred bags, do the math, run up a bag, warrin’ sad
a hundred racks, me and nav, got in my bag, no cap (no cap)

[chorus: guap tarantino]
got the bags from la, took a pj to miami
lil one got the stick, he got that draco automatic (tarantino ho)
went to avianne and put them birds on a patek (brr)
12 just hit the spot, we put the birds in the attic (brr)
zone 6 n-gga, you steal them pills from my granny
i just kept sh-t real, now your meals, freeband bandit
i done got that d-mn deal, now they got chills, we want static (woo)
i just went up a hill, finna stop f-ckin’ ratchets

[verse 2: nav]
got a zone 6 ratchet, she be sleepin’ on a mattress (woah)
f-ck her in the attic, spend like 80 on a patek (yuh)
ridin’ with an address and a semi-automatic (brr)
don’t do it, no pillow talkin’, i am not a chatty patty (nah)
your girlfriend call me zaddy ’cause i’m richer than her daddy
prada shoes with the strap, i can’t wear no ballys
my fans be screamin’ louder than the crowd at march madness
pourin’ up the mud, i’m stuck, i’m tryna keep my balance
i went halfs with cash and took a jet to atl (woah)
me and plug got 30 b-tches sittin’ in a hotel
never mind my haters, let ’em watch my pockets swell (woah)
xo fbg, you diss, you runnin’ from these sh-lls

- guap tarantino nav lyrics

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