Ratchet Shit

Carto

The GPS to the Fire you seek

 

There she go on the pole

You can't tell me she's not a hoe

That she can't spit, shine, swallow, gag

Turn a convo into a naked game of tag

So I'll bag her for a night of burning shag

Hit it like a net code, my pump is full of lag

Then hit her with the stroke, shake those baby-making hips

Tell her to hold on to something like she's gripping her tips

Sweetest nectars are between her legs and behind her lips

But be forewarned, shawty comes with her own collection of whips

 

One, two, coming for the three

What else does Carto have for me?

Flyting, Rapping, Resyncing, Rinsing, Repeating

Ego Perfecto as my Metaphorical Meat is what I'm beating

Three, two, on to the one

I came to dance, party and have some fun

Have my name embedded in a hoe's diary

Treat that bitch to The Stagebox and a Daiquiri

I've been on top of the world

Done it all for a happy ending with a girl

Taking a break from finding the right one for now

So hoe, bring it, your nastiness is what I allow

 

I'd play the game but the game plays me

I'd say what I mean but it's never how it should be

I'd wish for good looks but I got a Monkey's Paw

I'd join the good fight but I'm reminded of Murphy's Law

Speaking raw truth hit after hit

Sometimes I just wanna indulge in some ratchet shit

Expressing my reality hit after hit

But I need to get a piece of this ratchet shit

I need a piece of this ratchet shit

 

Yo, you ever fucked just missionary?

Fucked so boringly it's ironically revolutionary?

Telling you right now that's not how I hit

That kind of loving is Rated B for Bullshit!

 

I'm like a regents test, packed with multiple choice

All so what is heard is your voice

A. bend you over, pull your hair

Doggy and froggy if you dare

B. tonsil hockey makes me think of horseback

As you follow with that dome--a straight snapback

C is frottage and D requires a glove

E is everything, all the above

 

I'd play the game but the game plays me

I'd say what I mean but it's never how it should be

I'd wish for good looks but I got a Monkey's Paw

I'd join the good fight but I'm reminded of Murphy's Law

Speaking raw truth hit after hit

Sometimes I just wanna indulge in some ratchet shit

Expressing my reality hit after hit

But I need to get a piece of this ratchet shit

I need a piece of this ratchet shit

 

Repeat x2:

I know you're a hoe but I don't mind

You're a sight to behold, especially from behind

If a nigga dare step then get in line

I plan on fucking like it's 1999

 

I'd play the game but the game plays me

I'd say what I mean but it's never how it should be

I'd wish for good looks but I got a Monkey's Paw

I'd join the good fight but I'm reminded of Murphy's Law

Speaking raw truth hit after hit

Sometimes I just wanna indulge in some ratchet shit

Expressing my reality hit after hit

But I need to get a piece of this ratchet shit

I need a piece of this ratchet shit

I really need a piece of this ratchet shit