Pouring Up Ratio

Lyrics

[Chorus: WhyG] Pour, pour, pourin' up ratio Bad bitch, give me a facial Her forehead on my navel Bullets pierce skin like staples Hitters and trappers at the table So tell me what you bringin' to the table Have me on the noose, have me on cable Hundred mill if you want the label Pourin' up ratio Bad bitch, give me a facial Her forehead on my navel Bullets pierce skin like staples Hitters and trappers at the table So tell me what you bringin' to the table Have me on the noose, have me on cable Hundred mil if you want the label [Verse 1: Pressa] Flip a nigga like a pancake Foreign drivin', like a rally My bitch, she a shawty With her dough and talent, tallyin' Still add to the tally Four hoes [?] Style down like Jose [?] Still trap out the way Shows up now, you know they overpay Still trap, twenty-eight Bad lil' fire, a little thirty-eight Still gettin' my way Trap house, boom, you need another way Business structure, incorporate Kick in the door, pull out the safe Ooh-ah, sweep to the side, ooh-ah Tippity-top, ooh-ah Plug in your [?] Hunnid racks, true love Plenty of room [?] Four and a half, suit up So many two-two tucked [Chorus: WhyG] Pour, pour, pourin' up ratio Bad bitch, give me a facial Her forehead on my navel Bullets pierce skin like staples Hitters and trappers at the table So tell me what you bringin' to the table Have me on the noose, have me on cable Hundred mill if you want the label Pourin' up ratio Bad bitch, give me a facial Her forehead on my navel Bullets pierce skin like staples Hitters and trappers at the table So tell me what you bringin' to the table Have me on the noose, have me on cable Hundred mil if you want the label [Verse 2: WhyG] Cool as big Glock Flip lil' nigga like a flip-flop That bitch so cold, she give me a sick top Been trappin' since I'm minor Half-shot, died, I'll turn you half-visor Hide off, I ain't Ghost Rider Spark a nigga more than a [?] Press on her breasts like a typewriter I got that A like a spider I can drift without bein' a driver Baby girl white like a diver Only want more, want saliva Hundred on drum, no survivors Kick off like a glider I got a bomb with a timer I sell Moncler in the winter I beat the case, I'm the winner She wanna eat me for dinner My wrist spinnin' like spinners I'm a big dog like I'm Clifford Fifty clips, shoot like the Clippers I got a pole, not a stripper Try set me up, I'm a flipper No lackin' like Lil' Mister [Chorus: WhyG] Pour, pour, pourin' up ratio Bad bitch, give me a facial Her forehead on my navel Bullets pierce skin like staples Hitters and trappers at the table So tell me what you bringin' to the table Have me on the noose, have me on cable Hundred mill if you want the label Pourin' up ratio Bad bitch, give me a facial Her forehead on my navel Bullets pierce skin like staples Hitters and trappers at the table So tell me what you bringin' to the table Have me on the noose, have me on cable Hundred mil if you want the label