Tom Macdonald Ratchet Face (feat. Brevner & Stevie Ross)
[Intro: Tom MacDonald]
From the top
From the top
[Verse 1: Matt Brevner]
Little miss neck down
She's good from far but she's far from good
Lookin' at a baller like I wish she would
Thirstiest hips in the neighborhood
She's ridin' around, she's gettin' it from everybody who's givin'
Spent some big gain over small talk to anyone who's listenin'
Women or children, doesn't matter, she's a whore for that attention
Two kids, two dads, and a sugar papa, she's livin' off his pension, mmm
Worst of the worst, the ugliest types
Some Louis Vuitton pumps and some lean over bikes
Every little booty with a margarine face, I would call it butter but everything's fake
And she's over here, college and cheeks, college and lips and busted ass feet
She ain't gettin' nothing from me, I ain't f..ckin' with ya
[Pre-Chorus: Matt Brevner]
I ain't f..ckin' with ya
Fuckin' with ya
Fuckin' with ya
I ain't f..ckin with ya
[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Stevie Ross]
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
Got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
Got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
Got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face, hey
Hey
[Verse 2: Tom MacDonald]
Yeah
You know my hair braided like some fine bitches
Whole team in the cut like five stitches
I'm out of the scene and I'm bored of they music
I swear that the leak will come out of Vancouver
From some random hoe I assume is too dumb to upload that shit on her boyfriends computer
I'm so done with you ratchets
I'm overdosed on you ratchets
They all the same and they don't feel different from the real women, so it's hard to tell
If they really cool then they'll smoke the weed, if they're not then they'll probably get high off of the smell
Their leg can stretch so tight that you see a booty girl while she twerkin'
Vanilla cigarillos, and the Gucci purse, and she don't even really try to smoke ‘em when they burnin', swervin'
Down the avenues, in daddy's loaded Lexus, on the way to change the jewels on her nails to match her necklace
Hair extended, nails acrylic, her best friends are boujee bitches
And they ass good but they face not, tryna f..ck with my team when they local, bitch
[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Stevie Ross]
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
Got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
Got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
Got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face, hey
Hey
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face
She got a big ol' booty with a ratchet face, with a ratchet face, hey
Hey
