MixNRatchetHoes ft. Lil C Lyrics

Don't care how long it take

Yeah It can take some years

I'm trying to get this cake

Bitch I want a 100 mill

I want Lambo drive so fast can't grip the wheel

I want Track Hawk stump the gas and shift the gear

Niggas screaming gang

Bitch they ain't from the mill

Damn near lost it all

Gambling for a meal

I ain't been the same

Since Pelo died fr

Niggas moving strange I blow my stick in any field

I don't need a hand

I'm at the point I feel like I can take it all

No cancer all my niggas ball

Stay silent we don't talk to laws

And I'm back on a mission low-key in the city

No key to the city ain't nobody made it

Don't care how long it take just want the cake and all the blue faces

Staying patient but tired of waiting time to kick a door

I fell out the mix wasn't missing nothing but some ratchet hoes

My trust done hit a low percent I can't even trust the ones that's close

They know that we the one inside the city go and take a vote

They know we don't consume none of that jealousy don't do the most

They know we had the racks before we were legal we ain't have to boast

This ain't no show and tell and I can't kick it with no fake folks

A band go for the feat and you gone get just what you paid for

Don't care how long it take

Yeah It can take some years

I'm trying to get this cake

Bitch I want a 100 mill

I want Lambo drive so fast can't grip the wheel

I want Track Hawk stump the gas and shift the gear

Niggas screaming gang

Bitch they ain't from the mill

Damn near lost it all

Gambling for a meal

I ain't been the same

Since Pelo died fr

Niggas moving strange I blow my stick in any field

Young turnt nigga they wont never catch me lacking doe

I Need a two seater the other seat just for my classy hoe

Big bro still be selling pounds get the pack gone before it touchdown

I don't know you nigga better sit down

Got car full of sticks with hella rounds

Everybody turning rat

Everybody switching sides

He don't know what side to pick he better choose before he die

The streets get cold at night even in the summertime

I'm trying to touch a 100 mill I'm trying to spend it with the guys

Yeah pick up the mic when was 16

I was screaming 1fly bitch we the winning team

Yeah keep a rack inside these the purple jeans

I ain't never trust no bitch she can fuck the team

Don't care how long it take

Yeah It can take some years

I'm trying to get this cake

Bitch I want a 100 mill

I want Lambo drive so fast can't grip the wheel

I want Track Hawk stump the gas and shift the gear

Niggas screaming gang

Bitch they ain't from the mill

Damn near lost it all

Gambling for a meal

I ain't been the same

Since Pelo died fr

Niggas moving strange I blow my stick in any field