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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
Hue Strother
Songwriter
Sham Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Sakpasé
Producer
hue:
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pull up on em' like this
Pull up on em' like this
[Verse 2]
God bless the ratchets
Bitch sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
Stuffin' packet's in her matress
Hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want and gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
She a savage, no compassion
[Verse 3]
Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Bread it'll make her look a left, right
**** comin' straight about the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like its Left-eye
[Verse 4]
14 fucking cameras in the car
Bitches, you don't want them to overload
You might have to pull up on the road
I do it all, I took mine off
[Verse 5]
All my **** they be with me
All my **** they will ley that motherfucker fly
Don't let a **** forget me
**** do or die, do or die
**** homicide
[Verse 6]
God bless the ratchets
Bitch sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
Stuffin' packet's in her matress
Hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want and gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
She a savage, no compassion
[Verse 7]
Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Bread it'll make her look a left, right
**** comin' straight about the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like its Left-eye
[Verse 8]
You ever seen a fucking bitch
Bitch with just way too much Gucci on?
She might call the shotta
30 in your weave
**** shoot
Could call the whole fucking block on you
Pull another door, never took patrol
Always took my oath, pullin' this is slow-mo
Pullin' down the road, racin' through the coast
**** know my name, like it Dominoes
[Verse 9]
All my ****, they be with me
All my ****, they will let that motherfucker fly
Don't let a **** forget me
**** do or die, do or die
**** homicide
[Verse 10]
God bless the ratchets
Bitch sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
Stuffin' packet's in her matress
Hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want and gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
She a savage, no compassion
[Verse 11]
It's me and my compadres
I don't gotta do to much these days
Me and my compadres
You don't want them Blah-blah-blah-blah be here
I'm ridin' till I die
I'm chasin' all them **** from July
It's coming, homicide, homicide
Till all of it's combined
Written by: Carlos St. John Phillips, Hue Strother, Shama Joseph