Ratical

By Timbo Finna

Released on May 1, 2019

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If you’re ratting, we go ratical (ratical)

Steal the cheese I smell a rat around

Hit a lick, I’m on a run around (lick)

Throw the belt and put the buckle down (M)

Eating rice, marinated chicken, I am eating fries

I had her hoe in demand of a man

Marinate beef, that's his girl, we be throwing up hands

Sold a bag for a hundred and fifty percent, that’s a hundred percent

Muzzle velocity much as a mustang

Muzzle pop like its wu-tang

I don’t be bringing me food stamps

I just be stamping my boot down (down)

I’m a thankful ass nigga

I’m a snatching ass nigga

You a faggot ass nigga

You a ratting ass nigga

We gon clap that ass nigga

Gun go ratatat nigga (ratatat, ratatat)

Smoke up

18 millimetre that's a double nine (nine)

62 capacity inside the mags (blick, blick)

Lace it with litres, gas is double price (price)

Smoking out the bag, smoking out the cab (smoke, shh!)

Psychedelics right up on that tab’amat

Wide eyes glam, feels like I’m about to crash (crash)

I’m on a spaceship, and need a landing mat

She is a fan of that, she wanna hit the back

We gon pile up that stack

Test me, I’m up

They know i give zero percentage in fucks

Get you tucked

Come to my outpost, smoke up

Fizzy and twisted my soda (I’m dizzy)

Glock with no holster I twist it

Dirt on the floor i got dirt on my sofa and kitchen

I walk in and out with my loafers on I just be whippin it

Get the cheese, u a dead mouse, trapped mouse

From the corner of your block to the trap house

This is a ride, I am not your chauffeur, better watch your mouth

This gorilla jungle

Molly confusing, molly abusive

I did it so much i be living in lucid

I’m feel amazing but also like tooting

My stick got a goyard bandana round its tip

I’m a thankful ass nigga

I’m a snatching ass nigga

You a faggot ass nigga

You a ratting ass nigga

We gon clap that ass nigga

Gun go ratatat (ratatat, ratatat)

If you’re ratting, we go ratical (ratical)

Steal the cheese I smell a rat around

Hit a lick, I’m on a run around (lick)

Throw the belt and put the buckle down

Eating rice, marinated chicken, I am eating fries

I had her hoe in demand of a man

Marinate beef, that's his girl, he be throwing up hands

Sold a bag for a hundred and fifty percent, that’s a hundred percent