Redbone Ratchets

Lyrics

(Intro): Luther Vaanderwaves Agh When you hurt You gotta be real Unforgiving But real... (the truth shall set you free!) (Hook): Redbone ratchet, girl your head done pop Redbone ratchets, Got the heads on lock Make a brother swivel, swivel For the fake comrades Love 'em brown no bobby, Whitneys be my model Redbone ratchets got they heads in the clouds Gotta weed out bitches Segregate 'em from the packs This ain't smoke for any lover or a future spouse Is there proverb wives in my gen of clout? (Bridge): You've been going on with what's going wrong in a minute You've been going on for way too long with some stinginess I don't see no colour All I see is blood, Crying rivers You've been robin thickin' through them blurred lines Where's your soul love? (Verse 1): A redbone tried to brown nose me the other day Tried to set me up for likkle collard greens (Ayy, Ayyy) Clocked a nigga plate up on the other line Doing blues clues, She a cold lady Having no patience I be hating set up chicks, Egging on demons Despite your smile couped up Driving sorts of deception all in person Knowing you had drug dealing niggas back on speed dial Tried to court you, but you love to see trials Wavy got the juice but with them locations Couldn't go and spill the tea Why risk it for a biscuit? That's why still don't trust most South London bitches When you start hitting, Dem vibes, hit or missing Now seen that your heart intentions were malicious (Hook): Redbone ratchet, girl your head done pop Redbone ratchets, Got the heads on lock Make a brother swivel, swivel For the fake comrades Love 'em brown no bobby, Whitneys be my model Redbone ratchets got they heads in the clouds Gotta weed out bitches Segregate 'em from the packs This ain't smoke for any lover or a future spouse Is there proverb wives in my gen of clout? (Bridge): You've been going on with what's going wrong in a minute You've been going on for way too long with some stinginess I don't see no colour All I see is blood, Crying rivers You've been robin thickin' through them blurred lines Where's your soul love? (Ayyyy, Ayyyy) (Verse 2): Cold as the polish baby, huh?, You be mixed with Do you hate niggas?, Is that what gonna (Ghana) live with? Kwasia!, Not all kin loves the skin They fucking blend in I wore my heart on my sleeves across a pigment Comme des Garcons conversing with my image I stepped with bloody shoes, Gotta tred lightly It's a sign, We need God Better cry for discernment Noticed many of y'all broads becoming hella lawless I'll plead the fifth with a sixth sense Don't need to call a coroner You a wizard on some sorcery, that's for the birds Eagle visioned, It's your loss dar-rrl.. (Hook): Redbone ratchet, girl your head done pop Redbone ratchets, Got the heads on lock Make a brother swivel, swivel For the fake comrades Love 'em brown no bobby, Whitneys be my model Redbone ratchets got they heads in the clouds Gotta weed out bitches Segregate 'em from the packs This ain't smoke for any lover or a future spouse Is there proverb wives in my gen of clout? (Bridge): You've been going on with what's going wrong in a minute You've been going on for way too long with some stinginess I don't see no colour All I see is blood, Crying rivers You've been robin thickin' through them blurred lines Where's your soul love? (Verse 3): Could feed into that noise But the spirit hungers more Could of fed into my lust So another one can bite the dust, Ayyy Will I go and dead, bury deep in this trough Until a brother searches ends of the earth Having walked through this valley before all alone Gonna flow cause I love myself High rolling, taking up my chances if she gon' mad me Doesn't even matter, Neither she a baddie Wish I could make up, No Mabelline This Coco Chanel, Babygyal fake Sadly, I be knowing way too many brothers That be tricking on a silly billy That be giving grim or grief Watch their souls get slowing down reaping Oh no, Oh No, Oh No (Hook): Redbone ratchet, girl your head done pop Redbone ratchets, Got the heads on lock Make a brother swivel, swivel For the fake comrades Love 'em brown no bobby, Whitneys be my model Redbone ratchets got they heads in the clouds Gotta weed out bitches Segregate 'em from the packs This ain't smoke for any lover or a future spouse Is there proverb wives in my gen of clout? (Bridge): You've been going on with what's going wrong in a minute You've been going on for way too long with some stinginess I don't see no colour All I see is blood, Crying rivers You've been robin thickin' through them blurred lines Where's your soul love? (Hook): Redbone ratchet, girl your head done pop Redbone ratchets, Got the heads on lock Make a brother swivel, swivel For the fake comrades Love 'em brown no bobby, Whitneys be my model Redbone ratchets got they heads in the clouds Gotta weed out bitches Segregate 'em from the packs This ain't smoke for any lover or a future spouse Is there proverb wives in my gen of clout? (Outro): Redbone ratchet time Redbone ratchet time Redbone ratchet time Redbone, Redbone Redbone ratchet time Redbone ratchet time (?) Eyyyy, Yaaaaa