Ratchet - Packman, Trippie Redd, Smoke Purpp

All this motherfuckin' jewelry in here

All the motherfuckin' bands in here

Lil' Purpp, woo, Lil' Purpp, yeah

I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket

Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package

I-I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket

Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package

I’m sipping dirty Sprite, yeah, I’m fuckin' leaning

I’m riding in the whip, and got your bitch, she leaning

She sucking on this dick, I got her doing splits

And then she head bobbin', I’m grabbing on her wig

I told that bitch just chill, I’m worth couple mil'

I’m fucking hella rich, do you know how that feels?

I’m in the MayBach, and yeah, it’s paid back

I told my dog «Come through,» we go way back

I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket

Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package

I-I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket

Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package

Ooh, I love me a ratchet (Got it)

Hit 'em with that hatchet (Hatchet)

Yeah I’m pistol packin'

Fuck your fashion, I’m just blastin'

Automatics, doom-doom (Doom-doom)

Hit his head, he dead now (Yeah)

I hang with a ratchet (Yeah)

I hang with a ratchet (Yeah)

Hit that bitch from the back, yeah, that’s on the set, yeah

Count a check, then I flex, yeah, VVS, yeah

That’s them diamonds pack, rhyming, co-signing, glistening

I hope you niggas listening, got your bitches whistling

I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket

Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package

I-I love me a ratchet, hit it like a racket

Keep a dirty ratchet, lean came in the package