[Intro]
Does it sound good?
Yeah, yeah, whoa
Pull up on em' like this
I pull up on em' like this

[Chorus]
God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't average
She a savage, no compassion

[Post-Chorus]
Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly
N***a comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like it's Left Eye

[Verse 1]
14 fuckin' karats see the gold
Bitches, you don't want them to overload
You might have to pull up on the road
I do it all, I took my oath
[Refrain]
All my n***as they be with me
All my n***as they will let that motherfucker fly
Won't let a n***a forget me
N***a do or die, do or die
N***a homicide

[Chorus]
God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't average
She a savage, no compassion

[Post-Chorus]
Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly
N***a comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like it's Left Eye

[Verse 2]
You ever seen a fuckin' bitch with just way too much Gucci on? She might call the shots on you
30-inch weave, n***a she could call the whole fuckin' block on you
Pull another dough, never took patrol
Always took my hoe, pullin' this is slow-mo
Pullin' down the road, racin' through the coke
N***a know my name, like it Domino's
[Refrain]
All my n***as they be with me
All my n***as they will let that motherfucker fly
Won't let a n***a forget me
N***a do or die, do or die
N***a homicide

[Chorus]
God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't average
She a savage, no compassion

[Outro]
It's me and my compadres
I don't gotta do too much these days
Me and my compadres
You don't want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here
Ridin' til I die
I'm chasin' all them n***as from July
Screamin' homicide, homicide
'Till all of it's combined