Lil Rachett - Rachett Flow

Hood shit run off in your trap like where the drugs at
Aint nomore supply when i find out where your plug at
Real shit I run down imma rob jit
No cap if he move wrong imma slide jit
Fuck a rock and the block I can get it quicker
Hit a lick quarter brick get a lil more richer
It take five minutes to plot it out double back spin again you gone ride or die
Fuck you mean what you saying ain playing round
Everybody in this bitch imma lay them down
All that pocket watching really a get you gunned down
Feel like biggie if you ain't know you know now
Florida niggas coming up bih count me in
I can add subtract and multiply dividends
Like a eighteen wheeler I can bring it in
Straight drop no cut I might cop a benz
From the block to a cell I'm just reminiscing
He ain't really got motion man that nigga tripping
You would think a nigga tricking I be blessing bitchs
If I got it she ain't never got to go and get it
I'm the type of nigga to help you open up a business
Just put that pussy in the freezer can't let a nigga get it
Ain never insecure I'm just saying though
I'll pull up to your crib and get to spraying hoe
I know a lot of niggas doubt me i don't give a fuck
How you gone prosper if you always giving up
Fuck the fame get the bag nigga run it up
Niggas change for the bag niggas know wassup
I'm the type to help my dog and never bring it up
All that playing round pussy
You gone get fucked I bought a AR fifteen I don't want to knuckle up
Don't try to tell me stop the violence put the guns up
Cause if they slide on this block imma let it blow
For the fame I'll never change on lil bro
Bitch I'm still coping tees from the corner store
Still bringing in them thangs by the truck load fuck troll
Triple cross the double cross imma real wiz
If you ain't know it I'll show you how to get it in
From the block to the booth imma make you feel me
Tupac killuminiti make you niggas kill me
He need a pill for a drill man these niggas kill me
Ain't no cap in my rap bitch this the real me
I'm a top tier nigga all these bitchs feel me
If she need a couple hundred don't be shy to tell me
All this green in my jeans yea you can smell me
Ainn never go to class how the teacher fail me
I was trying to get a bag I'm where the sales be
If a nigga run up on me imma leave him six feet

Written by:
Lawrence Wade

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