Ratio - Houdini, Burna Bandz & Tallup Twinz

Sippin' on Hi-Tec I’m done with the ratio

Hearin' the gang on the radio

I got her runnin' felatio

I got some niggas that’s trained to blow

Ugh

Sippin' on Hi-Tec I’m done with the ratio

Hearin' the gang on the radio

I got her runnin' felatio

I got some niggas that’s trained to blow

Hammer around so it’s safe to go

Blowin' a cheque and I make some more

Blowin' a cheque and I make some more

Traphouse prayin' I make it home

Talkin' in code, jakes tappin' the phone

Count dirty money can’t clean it with soap

Come through we makin' a scene for sure

Lil bro aim for his top, let it go

Me and Hou trap by the eskimos

Bricks in the igloo it’s not for the low

Dropped in the one got a two on the stove

Got it all off, two birds in one stone

I’m outta town tryna' flip me some dope

All of this white, man, I feel like the popes

Ya I’m in the trenches I’m up on the road

Trap going dumb, need a whole 'nother phone

I put a two got a four on the stove

HH, yeah I got me a clone

It ain’t safe, where I’m from need a pole

Remember days kickin' them doors

My niggas takin' them souls

Come from the North where it’s colder

Couldn’t lean on a shoulder

Hopin' we don’t get pulled over

'Cause if we do then it’s over

Hundred sticks, hundred soldiers

And I’ve never been a dozer

She know me, I don’t know her

Sippin' on Hi-Tec I’m done with the ratio

Hearin' the gang on the radio

I got her runnin' felatio

I got some niggas that’s trained to blow

Hammer around so it’s safe to go

Blowin' a cheque and I make some more

Blowin' a cheque and I make some more

Traphouse prayin' I make it home

Talkin' in code, jakes tappin' the phone

Count dirty money can’t clean it with soap

Come through we makin' a scene for sure

Lil bro aim for his top, let it go

Me and Hou trap by the eskimos

Bricks in the igloo it’s not for the low

Dropped in the one got a two on the stove

Got it all off, two birds in one stone

Drinkin' on lean, sippin' Ratio

I’m up on the road, I’m making a juug

I pray that I make it home

My bro on the phone, he just heard my verse

He said that it gave him hope

He said just keep going, you know that we got it

Yeah, we gotta make it bro

My niggas they juugin' even in the summer

You know that we make it snow

My momma, she buggin', she say that I’m thuggin'

She say I need to change my goals

She say I need to change my ways

Forever stay stuck on that gang shit

These niggas, they know what we bangin'

Got a glizzy, the clip, it be hangin'

These niggas, they don’t want no static

Pull up and the scene, get dramatic

My niggas, we pullin' them tactics

Don’t fuck with ho’s that be ratchet

My niggas, we makin' a move

My niggas, we makin' it happen

You niggas ain’t 'bout it, you actin'

Hop out in the cut and start spazzin'