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Eratik

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Yeah (Who you is?)
Young 'Ratik
(Aye that boy Garry finna' go crae!)
Let's go

I wanna throw some racks
Baby lets go to the club and then blow up the bank
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby let's pick up some grams and take blunts to the face
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go f*ck up the place
Pullin' her back while she runnin' away
Said that she wild and she comin' to stay
I wanna throw some racks
Baby lets go to the club and then blow up the bank (go!)
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby let's pick up some grams and take blunts to the face (go!)
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go f*ck up the place (throw something, throw something)
Pullin' her back while she runnin' away
Said that she wild and she comin' to stay

Ian even gon hold you
All this ice on my neck got me feelin' like money was old news
If I pull up right on you
Then I'm droppin' right on her, in the crib gettin brain like its homeschool
Let the money control you
When you from where I'm from, then the money do more than just mold you
Ima pull up right on you
And just smack a kid out, niggas ain't really bold, they just old news

The hoes know that I'm cold too (wow)
Young 'Ratik pop up (wow)
Everybody around like its so cool (wow)
I been chillin since 02 (wow)
Lil chick tryna slide (wow)
Ion wanna eat that like its cold food (wow)
Hit a hoe nigga like Goku (wow)
When I'm done they confused (wow)
A whole nigga on floor like a show room (wow)
I'm the highest in both rooms (wow)
Tell Wiz to come holla this black kid got yellow like bro crew (wow)
See I could've told you (tell 'em)
At this point, where I'd be at
Elevated so many levels (new level)
A nigga so chill, but hot as the devil
I'll try to get the iron and pop up like Eggo (I pop)
Got my eyes on the bills, think free agency but ghetto
A nigga versatile, I be hittin' every pedal (no cap)
I ain't Led Zep', but I'm heavy with the metal
I ain't Dr. Luther King, but ima have some heavy medals (clink)
Ain't rap, it's artwork on the lowest key
Told you ima pull up, give me the ones to a Lotus (skrt, skrt)
It's kinda like Banksy, they wondering who wrote it
I'm all up in the banks, E, checkin out who wrote it (yeah, look)
Lil jit I'm the coldest, the youngest but the oldest
Ten toes down, masterpiece when I wrote it (Young 'Ratik)
Killin' every beat, ion have to have a motive (aye, aye, aye)
The ice I can afford, but she gon really have to focus (lets go!)

I wanna throw some racks
Baby lets go to the club and then blow up the bank
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby let's pick up some grams and take blunts to the face
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go f*ck up the place
Pullin' her back while she runnin' away
Said that she wild and she comin' to stay
I wanna throw some racks
Baby lets go to the club and then blow up the bank (go!)
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby lets pick up some grams and take blunts to the face (go!)
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go f*ck up the place (throw something, throw something)
Pullin' her back while she runnin' away
Said that she wild and she comin' to stay

Ian even gon hold you
All this ice on my neck got me feelin' like money was old news
If I pull up right on you
Then I'm droppin' right on her, in the crib gettin brain like its homeschool
Let the money control you
When you from where I'm from, then the money do more than just mold you
Ima pull up right on you
And just smack a kid out, niggas ain't really bold, they just old news

Look, ring, ring (what?)
You know I don't pick up the phone (right)
Niggas thought I need you till they see how I do
They know what I do on my own
Bitch I'm wearin' that bling, bling (huh?)
You know how it get when you on (okay)
Niggas start to act new when they see how I do
They know what I do on my own
Yeah, I'm bout whatever
So don't get too clever, unless you want a sweet sixteen (bow, bow)
I'll make it a night to remember, walk in panties droppin'
I'm changin' the weather, on me (okay)
Got ole girl on a private, she touching on privates
Lemme' sit back and enjoy the scene
In the air runnin up mileage, and I'm with the violence
And you tryna get like me? (go)
I mean the task at hand
Ain't easy as said, shit but you wouldn't know (no, no)
Tryna manage the talent, the rapping
Combined with the baggage of deflecting hoes (get yo' ass off me)
Told me she home alone, "I just want you know", asking what I'm tryna do (what you tryna do?)
I said, stop calling all day, lil girl is u crae'
You know that I don't mess with you
Pull back to the house with my baby
We laugh at the texts, then get back to importance
I'm tryna get in it, she down to get with it
She already know that I'm for it (no cap)
She testin' my stamina (woah)
Throw it back and she back it up  (woah)
Then she ask if I had enough (woah)
Like damn, lemme' get it back and up
Then baby keep backin' up (let's go)

I wanna throw some racks
Baby lets go to the club and then blow up the bank
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby lets pick up some grams and take blunts to the face
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go f*ck up the place
Pullin' her back while she runnin' away
Said that she wild and she comin' to stay
I wanna throw some racks
Baby lets go to the club and then blow up the bank (go!)
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby lets pick up some grams and take blunts to the face (go!)
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go f*ck up the place (throw something, throw something)
Pullin' her back while she runnin' away
Said that she wild and she comin' to stay

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